My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet was still hung up on the ladies’ sarcastic remarks that she didn’t notice the woman approaching her
Johanna had to wave her hand in front of Janet’s face before the latter came back to her senses.
Janet blinked at Johanna, at a loss for words. She looked familiar for some reason. But Janet couldn’t figure out where they had
met before, so she decided to brush off the thought. Thinking that Johanna was about to mock her just as the others had done,
Janet squared her shoulders and lifted her chin.
“Hello. Can I help you with anything?” She held her breath and braced herself for the inevitable. What sort of abuse was she
going to hear this time?
“It’s very nice to meet you. My name is Johanna White, and you may call me Mrs. White just like everybody else.” The woman
stretched out her hand, her eyes gleaming as she peered at Janet with obvious curiosity. Johanna had noticed Janet the moment
she had entered the room, mainly because she had the same eyes as her husband
As for Janet, she was rather taken aback by the distinct lack of hostility. It was a breath of fresh air after what she had just
experienced. She set her plate down and reached out to shake Johanna’s hand.
“Hello, Mrs. White,” she said with a polite nod and an apologetic look. So, this was the Mrs. White that Ethan had mentioned
earlier. Upon closer inspection, Janet finally realized why this elegant woman looked so familiar—she saw that same face in the
mirror every day. Johanna White looked just like her.
“You caught my attention when you came in just now,” Johanna said with a smile.
Before either woman knew it, she had already clasped Janet’s hand between both of hers.
“Are you a native of Seacisco? I’ve grown very fond of the local cuisine. Can you give me a few recommendations?” Johanna
was genuinely amiable and didn’t put on airs, unlike the other rich ladies in attendance. She had a gentle aura that inspired the
confidence of the people around her.
“Oh, there’s a restaurant near my school that sells the best lamb stew in town,” Janet replied instantly.
“This is the perfect season to have a hearty lamb stew I think.”
Seeing that Janet seemed to be in good terms with Johanna, the other women had no choice but to back down. They stood to
the side and exchanged pointed glances, not daring to interrupt the other two’s conversation.

Johanna finally turned to them after a while, though her expression was not as warm as when she had been speaking to Janet.
“It’s cold out here, ladies. Why don’t you come with us to the lounge inside?”
The White family was one of the most prominent lineages in Barnes. Each generation had studied abroad and gone on to
become notable figures in their respective field, and some of them had even held important positions in the military. Needless to
say, Johanna was a key player in society, and everyone pandered to her at every chance they got. And since she was courteous
toward Janet, the women had to keep themselves in check, lest they inadvertently offended Johanna. It was the early days of
spring, and the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lounge opened to the garden. Despite the lack of snow, the cool, refreshing scent
of winter still lingered in the air.
“You know Seacisco so well. Have you lived here since you were a child? May I ask who your mother is?” Johanna was usually
reserved, but she was inexplicably interested in Janet.
Aware that she might be crossing a line, she smiled kindly at Janet and assured her, “It’s all right if you don’t tell me. I know it’s a
little abrupt and may not exactly be appropriate. Just forget I asked.”
The matter of her family background was a sensitive issue for Janet, so she was grateful for the other woman was consideration
But she sensed no malice from Johanna, so after a moment’s hesitation, Janet decided to answer her question.
“I was adopted by the Lind family. As for my biological parents, I'm sorry, but I’m afraid I have no idea who they are.” Her voice
instinctively quieted down as she spoke, and the words fell heavy between them.
Johanna’s face immediately changed. A mix of complicated emotions flashed across her eyes.
“Are you saying that you’re adopted?” she asked urgently, as if to confirm a crucial truth.