The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

At an exclusive club nestled in the heart of Barnes, Suzanne leisurely drained the last drops of her vintage wine, her glass meeting the table with an assertive thud.

Across the table, Jeremy’s eyebrows perked up in surprise, a playful chuckle escaping him.

"Why the hostility?" Suzanne’s grip tightened around the glass, fury igniting her features.

Her muscles bulged subtly under her delicate skin.

"Is Brandon even a man? I’ve practically waved the ‘I’m interested’ flag, yet he’s blind to it; he never even glanced in my direction!"

This all started a few days back when she had visited Larson Group for a pre-bid conference.She had gone to the extent of mirroring Janet’s style, investing her time and effort to charm Brandon. But the irony was, Brandon was nowhere to be seen at the conference.

Through the grapevine of Larson Group’s employees, she discovered that Brandon found such bidding events beneath him.

Just when Suzanne, seething with frustration, was on her way out, there was Brandon, right at the doorway.

and makeup were impeccable, she approached Brandon, feigning

of you, here you

I know you?" Her smile faltered momentarily, but she regained

Brandon’s stony expression remained unchanged, showing no recognition.

seemed to recall

response, however,

"What’s your point?"

her nosing anger

advanced, the curve of her bosom emphasized deliberately.

a second glance. As his dismissive figure receded, Suzanne’s foot hit the floor in frustration. She had often found success with her seductive maneuvers, but shockingly, Brandon didn’t bat an eyelid. As Suzanne narrated her encounter, Jeremy scrutinized

natural charm. Having been around a myriad of stunning women, it was no surprise Brandon turned his nose up

smug smile on his lips,

Janet was diagnosed with