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.

one to stir up a

to dwell on it. What truly unsettled her was Clyde’s audacious intrusion into her studio. Memories

studio’s security definitely needs a boost.We can’t afford to let just anyone waltz in.It’s

platform, hoping some fresh orders might brighten her spirits. To her

client was offering a business deal of a size unparalleled since Janet’s studio launched. Her spirits lifted at the sudden good news, and

clothing would you like to

swift response greeted

interested in a collection of formal

replied, her fingers flying across the

you need? Any specific requests?" The correspondent forwarded their 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

it be Suzanne’s company?

"Unlikely…"

the implausible

partner with me, especially for