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.

of information, Miss White. I’ve had the pleasure of Mr. Nixon’s company thrice and maintain a cordial

could introduce you. If he’s in good spirits, he might

arched upward, and

the latter’s prattle

but was silenced as

it was unmistakably clear they shared a close and amicable

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 intimate relationship with him. Clyde was left, befuddled

left a bitter taste in his mouth. Clyde wished he could evaporate, leaving nothing behind

to Clyde’s mental turmoil. He greeted Nelson with a respectful nod before turning to introduce Janet. “This is

proud glint in his eyes. “She’s the creative genius behind this ensemble I’m sporting.”

aback. The reality of her husband’s casual camaraderie with Nelson, a titan of the art world, had her reeling. Brandon, seizing the moment, raised his glass to Nelson, an impish grin dancing on

wife’s creations? Don’t they remind you

deep crimson. The idea