My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

“Speaking of which.”
Garrett’s tone took on a plaintive quality as he lamented to Janet, “It’s all because you found Laney such an exceptional
assistant. It’s made winning back my wife even more challenging.”
“Ian? How has he stopped you from pursuing your wife?”
Garrett scoffed, explaining, “Did you know he’s the one who sent the divorce papers and wedding ring? Now he’s living with
Laney, by her side day and night. My wife and daughter will soon be his!” Unable to suppress a chuckle at his complaints, Janet
retorted, “It’s your own doing. You angered Laney. Now, you’d better muster your strength and courage to win her back!”
Realizing that complaining was futile, Garrett forced a bitter smile. “You’re right. I’ll do whatever it takes to win Laney back.” He
returned to his new home, disheartened, his mind consumed by worry and anxiety about him and Laney”s future. Unbeknownst
to him, Janet was smirking on the other end upon hanging up. “You used to fool around with women. You’re getting what you
deserve.”
Curious, Brandon leaned in and inquired, “What did Garrett say?” With a grin,
Janet recounted, “He didn’t appreciate Laney before. Now he’s chasing his wife in another city, and lan is thwarting his efforts.
Winning her back won’t be easy for Garrett. In my opinion, ninjanovel.com it’s payback for his past philandering!”
Hearing Janet’s dissatisfaction with Garrett’s former behavior, Brandon couldn’t help but feel fortunate. He’d always been a man
of integrity, adhering to moral codes and avoiding female friendships. He’d never make such a foolish mistake.
Eager to steer the conversation elsewhere, Brandon suggested, “Shall we try on our outfits for Mr. Nixon’s art exhibition in a few
days and make sure they fit?”
After a moment’s thought, Janet nodded in agreement. “Okay. The ensembles we’ll be wearing were designed by myself. We
can’t afford any mishaps.”
Brandon interjected, “Exactly. Our outfits must make a statement at the event. Not only will we advertise for the studio, but we
might also receive instructions from Mr. Nixon.” As planned, Brandon successfully diverted Janet’s focus, and she ushered him
to try on her creation.
Standing before the mirror, Brandon donned the outfit designed by Janet, his satisfaction evident. “Darling, your design skills
have improved once more. This ensemble surpasses any of my expensive garments.”

Janet scrutinized him from collar to cuffs, meticulously inspecting every detail. Once satisfied, she grinned, teasing, “It’s your
good looks and physique that make this outfit truly shine.” “I’m flattered,” Brandon quipped, admiring her in return. “Your dress is
equally stunning. We make a perfect pair in these outfits. Anyone can see the designer’s talent.”
“Truly?” Janet’s face lit up. “Do you genuinely believe that?” Having experienced the upper echelons of society, Brandon had
worn his fair share of high-end custom clothing. Though not a professional designer, his aesthetic standards far exceeded those
of the average person.
Janet was elated to receive his endorsement.
With a solemn nod, he affirmed, “It’s genuinely beautiful.” Overjoyed, Janet hugged Brandon tightly, affectionately nuzzling his
chest. “Thank you, Brandon. Your affirmation gives me greater confidence.”
His heart swelling, Brandon tenderly caressed her head, declaring, “Honey, you’re extraordinary.”