The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The sound of Clyde’s ireful departure gradually receded into silence.Lexi offered a remorseful expression, admitting, "I goofed up, Boss.I let Clyde sneak past me."

Janet, weary etched across her face, eased into her chair, eyes shut as she massaged her temples.

"No harm done.Just watch out next time.Mind getting me another coffee?"

Relieved by Janet’s lack of reprimand, Lexi nodded, briskly exiting the room.

"Sure thing, I’ll grab it now."

The office ambiance settled back into tranquility.

A lengthy sigh escaped Janet.

Clyde’s intrusion had soured her previously pleasant mood. Even though she didn’t buy into the idea of Brandon’s infidelity, witnessing his closeness with another woman and the strategically angled photos that suggested an intimate embrace, jealousy was an unavoidable sensation.

to stir up a

initial pang of bitterness, she brushed off the negativity swiftly, refusing to dwell on it. What truly unsettled her was Clyde’s audacious intrusion into her studio. Memories of the misleading photo spoiled her mood

can’t afford to let just anyone waltz in.It’s a safety

herself, Janet logged onto the company’s digital platform, hoping some fresh orders might brighten her spirits. To

size unparalleled since Janet’s studio launched. Her spirits lifted

style of clothing would you like

swift response

represent an online celebrity agency and are interested in a collection of

her fingers flying across

specifications and suggested a face-to-face meeting for further discussion. Janet was overjoyed and couldn’t suppress her smile. Even though the attire requested wasn’t the most extravagant, the bulk order compensated and promised a substantial profit margin. Yet, thinking of the Internet celebrity agency… Janet frowned as

it be

"Unlikely…"

off the implausible thought with

reason they’d partner with me, especially for such