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.”

“Looking out for me? Who do you think you are, my mother? Clearly, you don’t understand the value of someone’s sincere intentions. I ditched work just to come here, offer my assistance, and you simply turned me down. That’s beyond

managed a smile and reassured him, “Once the tempest

of his hair, Derek retorted, “Like I care!” Right then, Gilda, who had been silent all this while, chimed in

far too much attention.

his arms and shot back at his girlfriend, “And who could possibly do a better job, if not me? You?” Undaunted, Gilda tossed her hair back, her confidence unwavering as she asserted, “Absolutely. I’m far better suited for this. I’ve got a background in modeling, genuine talent unclouded by needless hype, no sizeable fan base or negative publicity. Plus, my age and style align perfectly with Janet’s aesthetic. I’m

the air, she turned to Janet, her eyes alight with a friendly sparkle. “If you ever need a model for a collaboration, feel free to knock on my door. I guarantee won’t say no.”

an eager glow at Gilda’s proposition. Gilda’s sense of style had always resonated with hers, in harmony with her own design ethos. In fact, Gilda was the one she initially thought of collaborating with. But the

mind than she yearned to delve into collaboration details with

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