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…”

idiot.” Without waiting for him to finish his sentence, Brandon hung

he might end

was happy to hear that the

to have a friend like Janet. Otherwise, if 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 rubbed her eyes and asked in a

snuggled comfortably in his arms and

in several hours

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

the elderly woman’s lips couldn’t help but lift up in joy, and her eyes moistened as

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

waved her hand and said, “No need for

and can get me such fine clothes. That’s more than enough to make me very happy.” As she stood beside them, observing the touching

time, a similar scene unfolded, with tears of joy filling her eyes as she held Janet’s hand tightly and told her how

worked hard their entire lives, and now the time had come for the younger

herself in the mirror over and