The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet felt a warm surge in her heart, a testament to Derek’s relentless faith in her.

Her lips pressed together, forming a thin line before she expressed her gratitude, “I appreciate this, Derek. Truly.”

A light chuckle escaped Derek’s lips as he cheekily retorted, “Well, you’ve seen how kind lam, haven’t you? Fancy having me lend my superior business skills to your cause? Perhaps I could turn your studio’s fortunes around in no time!” Yet, Janet shook her head with a soft, solemn resolve. “I wouldn’t want to drag you into this mess or stir up any unwarranted controversy. Let’s wait for the clouds to pass before discussing any form of partnership. It’d be in our best interest.”

His hopes visibly dashed, Derek voiced his disappointment,

“You never cease to push me away, dismissing my good intentions. You fail to recognize a good heart when you see one…”

His downcast demeanor, mirroring that of a puppy denied a treat, sparked laughter from Janet. “Alnght, don’t overthink it. I’m just looking out for you.”

mother? Clearly, you don’t understand the value of someone’s sincere intentions. I

melancholy beginning to lift. She managed a smile and reassured him, “Once the tempest calms, I promise I’ll rope

I care!” Right then, Gilda, who had been silent all this while, chimed in to calm the brewing storm,

much of a public figure, and this incident has garnered far too much attention. It’s not the ideal time for you to

suited for this. I’ve got a background in

eyes alight with a friendly sparkle. “If you ever need a model for a collaboration, feel free to knock on my door. I guarantee

with hers, in harmony with her own design ethos. In fact, Gilda was the one she initially thought of collaborating with. But the offer coming from Gilda

into collaboration details with Gilda. However, Derek,

spite me, Gilda?” Derek cut in, his voice rising towards his