Chapter 1261
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Watching Lexi vanish into the distance, Janet couldnât help but pout, âWhy did she run away so fast?â
With his arm around her shoulder, Brandon gently said, âAs a boss, you shouldnât make your assistant
work overtime on opening day. Letâs head back; the client isnât going anywhere.â
Janet sighed, feeling helpless since Lexi had already left and she couldnât investigate further.
âI guess things have to be left as they are. Iâll look into it tomorrow.â Brandon smiled and led her to the
car.
With her chin propped up, she gazed out the window, contemplating how to address Carlyâs issue.
It wasnât until the car stopped and she saw the unfamiliar scenery outside that she realized something
was off.
âArenât we supposed to be going home? Where are we?â
Grinning, Brandon revealed, âTodayâs the first day your studio is open. I booked a table at your favorite
restaurant to celebrate your businessâs successful launch.â
As he spoke, he exited the car and gallantly opened the door for Janet, extending his hand to help her
out.
Janet smiled and took Brandonâs hand.
âThatâs so sweet of you.â
Brandon had arranged for the restaurant to prepare Janetâs favorite dishes, and once they were
seated, the waiter brought the food to the table one by one.
Janet felt grateful seeing her husband being so thoughtful and attentive.
She looked at the handsome man across from her and said affectionately, âThank you, Brandon.â
Brandon poured a glass of wine for Janet and gently replied, âYou donât have to thank me.â
After all the dishes were served, the waiter brought a special cake that Brandon had customized.
Upon seeing the cake, Janet furrowed her brows and asked, âWhy is the cake this flavor?â
Usually, Brandon knew her preferences; why would he order a cake in her least favorite flavor?
Brandon also frowned.
âThis isnât the flavor I ordered. Did you bring the wrong cake?â
âIsnât this the cake you two ordered?â The waiter quickly checked the order and confirmed with the
kitchen.
It wasnât until Brandonâs impatience grew that they realized the cake was indeed meant for another
table.
âIâm sorry! Iâm really sorry!â
The waiter hastily apologized, âThere was another table nearby that also ordered a cake, and both
cakes were accidentally switched. Iâll go and get it replaced right now.â
Brandon didnât want to make a scene and simply waved his hand, allowing the waiter to correct the
mistake.
Suddenly, a detached voice rang out.
âIâm sorry, but I already ate your cake. Iâll buy you a new one to make up for it.â
Both Janet and Brandon turned to see the tall, handsome man.
Jeremy Button approached them with a smile on his lips, his black eyes gleaming with a mysterious
aura.
âBrandon, Janet, long time no see! Your happy and peaceful days are about to end. Are you ready to
face my storm?â Jeremy thought to himself.
The moment Brandonâs gaze fell upon the stranger, an inexplicable sense of unease surged within him.
Casting an icy stare, he retorted, âForget it. Compensation is unnecessary.â With an air of contrition,
Jeremy replied, âThatâs not fair. The cake wasnât inexpensive, and I feel really bad about it.â
Janet chimed in, shaking her head, âJust keep it. No need for reimbursement.â
Jeremy feigned an apologetic sigh.
âVery well, then. I appreciate the cake. Enjoy your repast.â
Having spoken, he offered a faint smile, pivoted, and retreated to his seat.
Observing Jeremyâs table, Janetâs heart plummeted.
Why were all the people gathered there familiar faces from the Turner clan? What ties bounded him to
that family? Brandon, too, perceived something amiss and his brow furrowed in response.
âBrandon, do you recognize him?â
Janet nudged him and arched an inquisitive brow.
âWhatâs his connection with the Turners? And what are the odds heâd just happen to eat our cake?
Mere happenstance, or something more?â