The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Within the exhibition hall, Janet guided Brandon, her elegant hand pointing out the symphony of colors and lines that made up Nelson’s masterpieces. With the practiced air of a seasoned designer, she dissected the intricate details and design principles of each piece. Brandon, an art neophyte, found himself ensnared by the alluring labyrinth of creativity unfolding before him.

As Janet’s enthusiasm soared, an unwelcome voice pierced her joyful bubble.

“Miss White, what a delightful surprise!” Clyde, decked out in a meticulously chosen ensemble, flashed a smile at Janet. Catching sight of Brandon, his eyes. briefly flickered with thinly veiled disdain. His heart had not prepared for the revelation that Janet’s companion would be Brandon, and he wondered if the latter had the capacity to comprehend the art pieces.

With a smirk, he blurted, “Ah, Mr. Larson graces us with his presence. Does he find Mr. Nixon’s art to his taste?”

Janet’s eyebrows knitted into a delicate frown, and she quickly stepped into the breach for her husband. “Whether my husband appreciates these art pieces or not, surely, Mr. Lambert, is none of your concern.”

Clyde offered a placating smile, swiftly apologizing when he saw Janet’s rising ire, “Don’t take offense, Janet. I merely thought Mr. Nixon’s raw, primal style might not sit well with a hard-nosed businessman. No harm intended.”

Janet, rendered speechless by Clyde’s audacity, barely resisted rolling her eyes.

She clutched Brandon’s hand, ready to extricate themselves from the conversation.

into their path, his tone dripping with arrogance. “Just a small piece of information, Miss White. I’ve had the

he’s in good spirits, he might even provide

an artist’s chisel, arched upward, and a glimmer of contempt shone in his penetrating

time. Cutting off the latter’s prattle mid- sentence, he guided

his mockery but was silenced as he watched Brandon warmly

unmistakably clear they shared a close and amicable

baffling bond between Nelson and a man like Brandon, whose understanding of design was as limited as a fish’s understanding of flight, was something Clyde couldn’t wrap his head around. He had poured so much effort into currying favor with Nelson, and yet, Brandon had seemingly waltzed into an

bitter taste in his mouth. Clyde wished he could

Nelson with a respectful nod before turning to introduce

his eyes. “She’s the creative genius

had her

what’s your take on my wife’s creations? Don’t they remind you

crimson. The idea of her