Chapter 1140
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Chapter 1140 A Message From A Stranger
âItâs a message from an unknown number.â A frown formed on Janetâs face. Her initial plan was to block
the number. But soon, she received another message from this stranger. âIâm sorry. You may have
forgotten who I am. I met you in the cafe this Wednesday morning. Do you remember meâ I told you my
name, Clyde Lambert.â
The personâs name rang a bell. It turned out to be Clyde. Now that she knew who it was, Janet replied,
âWhere did you get my phone number?â
She did talk to Clyde that day because she had mistaken him for someone else.
Clyde quickly sent her a message to explain. You left in a hurry that day, leaving your design drafts with
the name of your studio on it. I searched your studioâs official website and contacted the help desk to
get your number.â
The situation ended up being much more complicated than she had anticipated. Luckily, Clyde was
thoughtful If it were someone else, he probably would have just thrown her drafts away.
âThank you. Iâll give you the address, so you can send the drafts. You donât have to deliver them in
person.â While typing on the keyboard, Janet heard Brandonâs voice.
âWho is it?â She looked up and met his dark eyes. Brandon placed his hand on her shoulder and
continued, âSo many messages already.â
âThe person who picked up my design drafts at the cafe last time. He wants to return them,â Janet
replied calmly.
At this time. Clyde sent her a message again. He sincerely expressed his desire to see her again and
return the drafts in person
Coincidentally, Brandon saw the message. He raised an eyebrow and put more pressure on Janetâs
shoulder as he sneered.
Janet cautiously glanced at him and met his icy gaze. âIs there anything wrong? This is a normal
conversation.â
Noticing the anxiety in her eyes, Brandon asked with a smile, âWhy are you so nervous? I havenât said
anything yet But I do think something is wrong with this person texting you.â Brandon snatched the
phone from Janet.
âWhy did you take my phone away?â Janet leaped to her feet and reflexively reached for the phone.
Brandonâs eyes narrowed slightly as he clicked the screen and dialed the number.
At this moment. Clyde was leaning against the seat, fiddling with a box of cigarettes with his slender
fingers. He took out a cigarette from the box and lit it. His piercing eyes fixed on the phone on the table,
waiting for it to buzz. Suddenly, his phone rang, causing him to cough violently.
He cleared his throat and answered the phone, âHello. Janet?â
Clyde was expecting Janet s soft, soothing voice, but instead, he heard a cold and deep male voice
from the other line. âJanet cannot meet you right now because of her schedule. Please have the
documents delivered to the studio instead.â
âWhat are you doing? Itâs not the time to be jealous.â In a hurry, Janet sprang to her feet and tried to
snatch the phone away from Brandonâs hand.
But he raised his hand higher so she couldnât reach it. Janet, in a rush, stumbled and nearly fell
because she had stepped on Brandonâs leather shoe.
With a smile, Brandon held Janetâs waist and placed the phone in her ear.
Before taking over the phone. Janet glared at Brandon first and then smiled to make her voice sound
livelier. âIâm sorry. I wasnât the one who called you.â
âI can tell,â Clyde said in a meaningful tone. After a moment of silence, he continued, âIt seems that the
person who called is a man.â
Pinching Brandonâs arm, Janet explained with a smile, âHeâs just my assistant. Please donât mind him.â