The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Aware of the challenge Janet faced, Elizabeth felt a pang of helplessness. Regardless, she soldiered on, showering her with soothing words and sprinkles of inspiration.

Janet, never one to wallow in sadness, had already aligned her mind with the new reality. As a result, Elizabeth’s brief comforting episode ended with Janet deftly steering the conversation elsewhere.

Their engaging chatter was interrupted by a sudden uproar from the exterior. It seemed like someone was stirring up trouble out there.

Janet’s face clouded over. Rising, she headed towards the source of the disturbance.

Elizabeth, fearing Janet might need assistance, quickly tailed her friend.

Emerging from the door, Janet spotted Mandy holding court in the lobby, her assistant and two bodyguards flanking her as she squared off with Lexi.

Upon seeing Mandy, Janet expelled a sigh, fingers brushing her forehead. She readied herself to intervene, but Mandy, having caught sight of her, spoke first. Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Janet, is this your idea of hospitality? No wonder your business isn’t booming!”

stomach someone ridiculing her boss in her presence, fired back, “Guests don’t storm in with bodyguards and a hostile demeanor. You’re clearly here

gifts; a subtle olive branch from Mandy. The bodyguards, apart from being gift-carriers, primarily served to save Mandy from any potential embarrassment before Janet. Mandy, however, would never disclose these details to Lexi. As a result, the pair remained in a stalemate at the entrance for what seemed like

didn’t take long for Janet to notice the gifts being

them with a gracious smile, “Lexi, every visitor is our guest. Please welcome Miss Hamilton and her associates inside.” Mandy responded, chin up, arms crossed,

and retorted, “But it’s obvious that

gentle shake of the head from Janet was all it took for Lexi to grudgingly step aside, a bitter expression etched on her

smirk played on Mandy’s lips as

gift bags and boxes onto the table with

group gaped at the spectacle before them. A seemingly endless cascade of gifts mushroomed on the table, forming

all these gifts from you?

replied nonchalantly, “Just some common offerings. If my assistant and bodyguards could’ve carried more, I’d have brought even

her lips curling in a slight smirk. “Is this how

pile, she noticed the sheer quantity and