Chapter 1163
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Chapter 1163 Name The Studio
Mandy had known who Janet really was. However, she just couldnât help but feel jealous. In terms of
family background and status, Mandy had never believed that she was inferior to Janet.
In her eyes, Janetâs achievements could only be attributed to luck and her familyâs influence. If Brandon
hadnât been her husband and the While family wasnât her backer, Janet wouldnât have been able to
make anything of herself.
Mandyâs eyes betrayed the resentment she felt for Janet. No! She had to find out Janetâs flaws.
Who had paid the very expensive price that Janetâs first order had accumulated? The order involved
designing clothes for the elderly or, at least, that was what was said. How could that be possible?
Everything was be attributed to luck and her familyâs influence. If Brandon hadnât been her husband
and the White family wasnât her backer, Janet wouldnât have been able to make anything of herself.
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On their way home, Janet recalled what had happened that night. She couldnât help but ask, âDid you
perhaps go too far tonight? Why didnât you show any respect to Brenna and Ewing on such an
important occasion?â Brandon sighed. An expression of grievance showed on his face for the first time.
âBrenna bullied you first. I was afraid that you would only endure it and not fight back.â
Janet took a pause before replying. âAt that time, I just wanted to smooth things over. I just think that
itâs not a big deal. Thereâs no need to embarrass everyone. Besides, Brenna knows a lot of rich
women. Maybe sheâll introduce me to them and Iâll get to design their clothes in the future.â
Brandon smiled. Janetâs thought process was beyond his expectations. He glanced at her and said,
âYouâre actually thinking of your business.â
Janet let out a little laugh. Proudly, she said, âI do know a little bit about business since I spend every
day with you. Iâm planning on opening my own studio Iâve thought about it for a long time and I think it
should have a good name, right? Do you have any suggestions?â
âYou usually make your own decisions on these kinds of things. Why do you need my opinion this
time?â Brandon raised an eyebrow, suspicious of his wifeâs tactics.
Janet flashed him a sweet smile and said, âYouâre my first client since I became an independent
designer. Come on! Give me some advice!â
The two continued their conversation, not realizing that the luxury car had arrived at their villa.
Janet was in a good mood. She left the car happily. Behind her, Brandon got out as well, a complicated
expression on his face.
Janet would be very busy after she started her own studio. She loved to work so much that she
prioritized it over everything, sometimes even including their relationship?
Noticing that Brandon hadnât caught up with her, Janet looked back at him in confusion. âHoney, whatâs
wrong? Hurry up.â
As soon as she finished her words, an idea came to her mind. Her eyes lit up and her voice suddenly
rose with excitement. âHow about naming my studio after your mother s favorite flower? Iris. Sounds
good! What do you think?â Brandon didnât answer or meet her level of excitement. Janet pouted, but
didnât press any further. She returned to her room to start her designs.
However, she kept thinking about her studio. Using Brandonâs motherâs favorite flower as the name of
the studio seemed like such a heartfelt and creative idea. In this way, Janet would also be able to show
her appreciation to his mother and thank her for bringing him into this world so he could be her loving
husband. Janet took out her laptop and logged in her social media account. She wanted to change her
name and profile picture to a flower.
Brandon had been silent since they had left the car. When he came out of the bathroom, he sat next to
Janet and stared at her helplessly. Janet didnât notice until she was done changing her name and
profile photo. She then looked up at Brandon and laughed. âWhy are you staring at me all the time? Is
there something on my face?â
With a smile on his face, Brandon closed Janetâs laptop and pressed himself against her. âDonât think
about work anymore. Letâs play something interesting for a change.â