The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

After concluding the call, Janet immersed herself in her work.

Carly’s order hadn’t been secured yet, so she needed to wrap up Teresa’s commission perfectly as her studio’s debut.

Daylight faded as she finally completed her tasks, just as the workday drew to a close.

Stretching, she reached for a glass of water when a series of knocks interrupted her.

“Excuse me, is Miss White here?” The familiar voice elicited a raised eyebrow from Janet.

She hadn’t anticipated Carly would turn to her so soon.

Lexi, equally surprised to see Carly at the doorway, hastened to welcome her inside.

Considering the previous debacle with the reporters and Carly’s decision to engage Mandy for the dress design, Lexi had assumed Carly would never set foot in the studio again.

Unperturbed by Carly’s appearance, Janet courteously ushered her into the reception room.

Curiosity gnawed at Lexi, who couldn’t resist eavesdropping on the conversation, eager to learn if Carly truly intended to enlist Janet’s services for her grandmother’s attire.

room, Carly’s smile radiated genuine

coffee, she remarked, “My grandmother adored the cookies you gifted her last

did you find that delightful

smile, Janet replied, “Truth be told, the

handcrafted by Hannah, the woman who

Carly’s surprise was evident.

you’re not related

softening at the

a benevolent soul who took it upon herself to care for me when I was lost and alone. It’s thanks to her that I found a home in this city and pursued a career

like you share a special

“In fact,

Carly’s bewilderment grew.

have? I

mischievous grin graced

the photos that led you

Realization dawned on Carly.

woman in the photos is

The dress she wore was my first creation