The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

At eight o’clock the next morning,

Brandon was awoken by a phone call. Last night, Janet’s seductive prowess had proved too much for him to resist, and it wasn’t until dawn that they ended. Exhausted after such intense love-making, Brandon’s mood turned rotten when his phone rang so early that morning.

When he saw that the call was from Garrett, he rudely ended it and tried to go back to sleep.

To his surprise, Garrett persisted and kept calling.

Gritting his teeth, Brandon finally picked up the phone and barked, “What the hell are you doing?”

Garrett’s cheerful voice came buzzing through from the other end. “Laney started talking to me!”

Brandon’s tone turned menacing. “Did you call just to tell me that?”

“Of course not!”

Garrett didn’t notice the irritation in Brandon’s voice at all, and continued to chatter away excitedly, “I want to thank you and Janet for your help! If it weren’t for you two, I would’ve thought Laney was going to divorce me. However, she just told me that she didn’t send those things. It seems like she might still be in love with me…”

for him to finish his sentence,

drivel, he might end

Brandon was happy to hear that

she and Garrett were to have another misunderstanding, their already fragile relationship would surely hang precariously in the balance. At this time, Janet was also awoken by the phone conversation. She

snuggled comfortably in his

designing the clothes for Carly’s grandmother after putting in several hours of overtime. Carly then brought

clothes and stood in front of the mirror, trembling lightly as she gazed at herself in the mirror.

corners of the elderly woman’s lips couldn’t help but lift up in joy, and her eyes moistened as she said, “I’ve never worn such a beautiful piece

red with tears as she said, “As long as you’re happy with it, grandma, I’ll have someone make as

her hand and said, “No

to make me very happy.” As she stood beside them, observing the touching exchange between grandmother and granddaughter, Janet couldn’t help but think of Hannah. A subtle smile appeared on her

for her for the first time, a similar scene unfolded, with tears of joy filling her eyes as she held Janet’s hand tightly

and now

in the mirror over and over again,