Chapter 867
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Chapter 867 She Feels Like Some Rich Magnate
âWhat can I do for you ladies?â Janet asked as she draped her shawl over her arm.
She didnât know any of the five female models in front of her. They were all tall and slender, and
certainly made up nicely. The girls exchanged a look.
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One of them, who sported a chic bob, stepped forward and said, âWeâve been watching you for a while
now. But none of us had the guts to say hello. Can we call you Janet? Weâre fans of your designs, as
well as W Marks.â
The others bobbed their heads eagerly, their expressions bright and hopeful. Indeed, they looked like
they were face to face of their greatest idol.
Another model, this one with long, sleek hair, held up her phone and spoke timidly. âIf itâs all right with
you, can we exchange contact information?â
The others nodded again. âThatâs right! Letâs exchange numbers! If your studio holds a fashion show in
the future, we will be more than happy to help.â
Janet smiled and agreed. These women looked to be just the same age as her, and they spoke with so
much enthusiasm that she couldnât find it in herself to refuse.
After exchanging contact details, the short-haired model in the lead hooked her arm around Janetâs and
ushered her to the bar. And that was how Janet ended up drinking and chatting with a bunch of
gorgeous models.
She didnât refuse the drinks they put in front of her, and soon, she was feeling tipsy. Her head was
buzzing, and she could no longer hear what the other women were talking about.
âIâm afraid Iâm a little drunkâ¦â Janet leaned over the bar counter and cupped her chin in both hands,
her cheeks already flushed. When they handed her another c*cktail, she refused.
A couple of models covered their mouths to hide their cunning smiles. They helped Janet sit up and
urged her to drink more. âCome on, youâre really good at this. You can go for two more rounds.â
âDidnât you lose the game just now? As punishment, you need to finish this glass.â The model pushed
the c*cktail closer to Janet.
Janet frowned. She wasnât too drunk to understand what they said. âWe never played a drinking game.
Donât trick me into getting drunk.â
But the models only chuckled, and one of them even pinched Janetâs nose playfully. âJust drink it!â
And so, Janet was coerced into drinking glassafter glass.
The conscious part of her couldnât quite believe what was happening. She finally got the chance to
experience what it was like to be surrounded by beauties. She felt like some rich magnate.
It didnât take long for her to get even dizzier. She could barely hold herself up steadily.
Toward the end of the party, Derek was chatting with the models who came to accost him. Out of the
corner of his eye, however, he noticed that some women were hogging Janet as well. He suddenly had
the feeling that something was not right.
âExcuse me. I need to go and check on a friend.â He nodded apologetically to the models and headed
in Janetâs direction.
Kathie acted quickly and stood in Derekâs way. âHave you lost all common sense? Janet is a welcome
guest here. Why do you have to meddle in her affairs? Donât tell me you actually fancy her.â
Derek looked her up and down. âIt looks like you brought a few extra outfits tonight. Arenât you afraid
that Iâll accidentally spill some wine on you again?â
âDerek!â Kathie glared at him, her eyes filled with grievance. âAre you having fun bullying me like this? I
just want to dance with you.â
âAs you can see, Iâm currently unavailable.â Derek made to walk past her, but Kathie stopped him yet
again.
âYou embarrassed me in front of all those people. Even so, Iâm not mad at you. Canât you even grant
me such a simple request?â Her voice had turned soft, and tears welled up in her eyes.
After mulling it over for a while, Derek did think that his behavior from earlier was a bit out of line.
Besides, it would be uncharacteristic for him to refuse a womanâs invitation, and a beautiful one at that.
With a small, resigned sigh, he held out his hand. âPlease do me the honors, Miss Jimenez.â
Kathie beamed as she placed her hand in his. âDonât worry. Iâm an excellent dancer. I wonât step on
your feet.â By the time their dance was over, the party was already winding down.
Derek made his way to the bar counter just in time to see Janet being taken away by the models she
was with.
They kept talking and laughing as they went. Wilder sidled up next to him and said, âItâs time for us to
head back.â
He followed the direction of Derekâs gaze and smiled. âStop staring at them. Theyâre all girls, anyway.
Nothing bad is going to happen to Janet. Now, letâs go.â