The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

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Chapter 1156 Draco Has Changed
When Mandy received Draco’s phone call, she was still in Brenna’s house.
“Well, Draco, you’ve finally decided to call me.” Only a few days had passed since the rumor had been released, and Mandy
really hadn’t expected Draco to call her so soon She twirled her hair around her fingers, her eyes bright with shyness. “Did you
call because you wanted to cooperate withagain?”
She was hoping for a more upbeat response but Draco’s voice was indifferent.
“Yes.” In fact, had Mandy been in the sroom as Draco, she could have noticed the anger in his eyes. However, over the
phone call, she seemed to miss the signs.
Mandy pursed her lips, trying to hold back her laughter. Her guess was that Draco wanted to apologize to her and she knew she
would enjoy his apology; Draco was an arrogant man who never apologized to others.
And if he was apologizing, that meant he still cared about her, right?
The idea of it made Mandy feel slightly giddy with joy. She decided to give Draco an out. “Tonight, Mrs. Olson’s holding a party.

All the celebrities in Barnes are invited. Will you go with me? I happen to need a dancing partner. And we can continue our
conversation then.”
She waited for his response, biting her lip in anticipation.
“Okay, let’s talk then,” Draco agreed.
After hanging up the phone, Mandy jumped up from the sofa. She covered her face and squealed with excitement.
Draco had never been so obedient to her! In the past, Draco had never accepted her invitations of going out to the movies or
watching shows together. He always made sexcuse about being too busy. Tonight’s banquet would be their first date.
In the W Marks Studio, Draco also hung up the phone. He was in quite a gloomy mood. He looked at the designs on his table,
but his eyes were distant and unfocused.
Mandy was holding his career over his head. Draco could never forgive such behavior. This would be the first and only the
would bow his head.

After getting hfrom work, Jentered her house happily. As expected, Brandon was already home, reading the
newspaper on the sofa.
“Did you see the designs I sent you?” Jleaned over expectantly, waiting to be praised. Brandon raised his head from the
newspaper and folded it. He had quite a serious expression on his face. Sounding indifferent, he said, “Very good. Where are the

tailored clothes?”
Jrolled her eyes and said, “I’ve sent the clothes to Hannah. This is for her after all. We have to see if it fits her first. As for
you, just look at the photos of the clothes.” Brandon raised his brows to look into Janet’s eyes, smiled, and then pulled Janet’s
wrist. Unprepared, Jfell into his arms.
“Is that how you talk to your client?” Brandon pinched Janet’s chin. The two were so close that they could hear each other
breathing.
His other hand found his way to her waist. He rubbed her back gently and said, “Say something.”
After a pause, Janet’s heart tightened She continued, taking on a pretend air of indifference, “I should have sent the clothes to
Hannah to try them on.”
Brandon withdrew his fingers and laughed. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap. “You’ve never designed
clothes for me.”
Thinking of the high-end customized clothes in Brandon’s wardrobe, Janswered, “I don’t think my design matches your
identity. I know your clothes are all exclusive and customized.”
Brandon didn’t say anything, but his eyes were fixed on her. An imperceptible sense of inferiority flashed through Janet’s eyes.
Brandon started rubbing her clenched fingers in his own hands. He couldn’t help but sigh slightly, “Your fingers are red.”
He looked up to meet her gaze. When you have lime, helpdesign a man’s suit. “For me, your designs are priceless. They’re
even better than those famous brands.”
A car’s honk cfrom outside the door, interrupting their conversation.
Soon, Sean poked his head in and said, “Mr. Larson, tonight’s banquet will start at 7 o’clock. We should leave now.”

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