My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

In Seacisco, the Larson Group building. Et han had just finished his video conference. He glanced at the clock on his desk and
dialed Janet’s number. When the call connected, however, his face instantly darkened.
“Honey, can you tell me why I’m greeted by your palm instead of your pretty face? What’s going on? I’ve been dying to see you.”
“I’m right here, Honey, just a little busy. I’ll call you back in a while, okay? Mr. Wesley sent back my designs for further
modifications.” Janet pulled back and glanced at her phone once before focusing back on her computer screen. Ethan’s tone
grew somber.
“Honey, don’t you realize that you’ve been working on these designs for more than a week? You’re working every single time I
called you.”
As a matter of fact, Janet had only been having four to five hours of sleep each day the past week. And it showed. Even the
beauty filter of her camera couldn’t hide the dark circles under her eyes. She looked exhausted.
Janet nodded lightly to acknowledge Ethan’s words, but her hand didn’t stop moving, and her eyes never strayed from her
computer, either. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought she had gone mad over her passion project. Et han sighed
heavily.
“Well, since you’re so busy, I won’t be keeping you. Sorry to disturb you.” That seemed to jolt her back to her senses. Janet
dropped her digital pen and snatched her phone in a hurry.
“Oh, Honey. I’m so grateful you called. I wouldn’t have realized I was overworked if you hadn’t pointed it out. But you know what?
I’m always amazed by Mr. Wesley’s criticisms. They are surprisingly constructive, and he spots a lot of problematic details that I
wouldn’t even have thought about. I feel like a new world has opened up before me, and that I’m welcome to learn new things
without fear of judgment.” Ethan stared at her and saw how her eyes lit up with excitement as she talked. He could tell that she
was having the time of her life at work.
“I would never stop you from pursuing your dreams,” he said sincerely.
“You know that, right? I just can’t help thinking that your boss is being too hard on you, and I say that objectively. Even the
busiest department here at Larson Group wouldn’t force their staff to work overtime for seven days straight.” Janet gave him a
sweet smile.
“I’m all right. I’m willing to put in extra hours for my dreams.” Ethan sighed again. He could only shake his head and smile bitterly.
What else could he say at this point? Janet was her own person, with her own free will. He had known the moment he let her go

to Barnes that it wouldn’t be easy getting her back home.
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Johanna had just got home from her morning run and was making breakfast in the kitchen.
After hearing some rustling noises in the living room, she poked her head out of the kitchen and saw Janet. Johanna quickly
wiped her hands and dashed over.
“Where are you going? You haven’t even had breakfast yet.” Janet was already in the entryway, putting her shoes on.
“I spent last night revising my all design drafts. Mr. Wesley is going to look them over today, and hopefully approve them.”
Johanna huffed worriedly.
“I can see that you are busy, but you still need to eat something!” Her heart ached at the memory of her daughter dragging her
feet home so late at night, and as if that wasn’t enough, Janet left so early in the morning, too.
“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll grab a bite on my way there.”
All of Janet’s attention was focused on her designs. Even now, she was only thinking about what Draco Wesley would say about
her revisions.
In the end, Johanna had no choice but to watch her daughter go. It shouldn’t be surprising that Draco was a strict and
demanding boss-he wouldn’t be standing at the pinnacle of success otherwise. Perhaps, with him as her mentor, Janet would
make rapid progress in the fashion industry.
As soon as Janet arrived at the studio, she made a beeline for Draco’s office and handed him her portfolio.
She had lost count of the times she had altered the designs until she was finally satisfied with them. Draco’s face was calm and
unreadable as he took the folder and went over the drafts.
Only when he turned to the last few pages did a faint smile appear on his lips.
“I see that you’ve applied every piece of advice I gave you.” Draco found Janet to be very modest despite her impressive talent.
He had indicated several problems in her first draft, and she had managed to correct them all.
“There’s one thing I’m curious about.” Draco closed the folder, his brows furrowed.

“How could you have remembered everything? You may have a good memory, but surely...” Janet whipped out a small voice
recorder from her pocket and waved it in front of him.
“Secret weapon,” she quipped.
“Much more useful than the human brain.” Draco’s smile deepened, his eyes gleaming with interest. Not only was this gifted
young designer modest, but she was also hardworking. She was certainly tougher than he had initially thought, nothing like a
spoiled rich lady at all.
During the meeting later that day, Draco reviewed everyone’s portfolio and – made some comments. He made a point of praising
Janet’s designs in front of everyone, if only to give her credit for exceeding his expectations. Janet’s hands were clenched on her
lap. It was all she could do not to jump up in joy. Instead, she settled for a sigh of relief. At last, the overtime Ethan had been
grumbling about had paid off.
When she raised her head, her gaze accidentally fell on Elizabeth, who was sitting across the table from her. The other woman
had a cold expression on her face, as usual. Janet mustered an awkward smile and shifted her eyes to Rosa. To her surprise,
Rosa looked rather glum. But when she noticed Janet’s gaze, she immediately forced a friendly smile.