The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

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Chapter 855 Torn Garment
After measuring Derek, Jfinally breathed a sigh of relief. “You can go on stage,” she said. “You’re just the right size for the
clothes.”
Derek seemed to have expected this. “I fit all the standard sizes,” he said confidently, “and all clothes look good on me.”
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Jhanded him the garment. “Cut the crap,” she said, smiling. “Go get changed.”
Derek entered the fitting room while Jwaited outside nervously. The models had all been chosen by Draco himself. She
didn’t know what the suit would look like on Derek.
“Something’s wrong with the clothes, Janet,” Derek called out from the fitting room.
“Stop joking around, Derek,” Jreplied, unimpressed. Her heart sank. She didn’t want to believe there could be a problem
with the clothes.
Derek lifted the curtain of the fitting room and walked out. “See for yourself,” he said.
The backstage lights were bright, and Jcould see his well-defined muscles. She could also see a tear in the fabric that cut
the clothing almost in two.
Jwas shocked. “How could this be?” she stammered. With a quick wave of his hand, Derek said, “I didn’t do anything. I
guess it got torn when the former model tried it on this morning. He must have been too afraid to take responsibility, so he

escaped.”
“How do you know that?” Jasked suspiciously. “Have you done such things before?” She was taken aback.
Derek looked away and scratched his nose. “Fine. Yes, I’ve done it before. Luckily, I was quick to escape.”
Jdidn’t care, however. She sank into a chair in a daze.
Derek walked over. “What?” he asked. “It’s not a big deal. We just need to find sother clothes.”

Janet’s face looked strained. Covering her forehead, she said, “This is insane. No wonder Mr. Wesley said the designers needed
to watch their works carefully before the shows. I should have known something like this could happen. I should have been more
careful.”
Derek lowered his head and looked at her. “Forget it,” he said jokingly. “No one will notice a missing garment or two.”
Jlooked at him dubiously. “No,” she said firmly. “Well, what are you going to do then?” He was curious about how Jwas
going to handle this.
After sitting in her seat for a few minutes, Jstood up suddenly and took a deep breath. “Well, I know what to do now,” she
announced.
“What?” Derek asked. He was floored by her tenacity. Before he could say anything else, Jpulled him into the fitting room.
Using a needle and thread, she began to hand-sew the tear.
******
The show had entered its final stage.
Zuri clapped his hands and ordered the backstage models to go out one by one. “The last works, by the W Marks. Cheer up,
everyone! Don’t mess this up!”

The lights con and the music started playing. It was late at night and the moon could be seen through the glassceiling,
adding to the mysterious atmosphere.
Draco was a talented designer; his works were unique and won everyone’s praise.
“I’ve never been disappointed by Draco,” said one of the designers. The designers under the stage all agreed, praising Draco’s
garments.
“His style is indeed very unique. The spring and summer collections managed to retain classical elements while simultaneously
breaking with tradition. It’s Draco’s signature style,” the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine explained.
******
Meanwhile, in Barnes.

Half way through the meeting, Brandon suddenly looked at his watch and said, “Take a break, everyone. We’ll resin thirty
minutes.”
He turned off the video conference, spun around in his chair, and picked up the remote control to watch the live broadcast of the
show.
At the stime, in W Marks, Tasha and other designers were still at the office.
They gathered in the meeting room and watched the show live. Everyone was extremely excited to see Draco’s collections being
displayed. Sof the staff were so overwhelmed with vicarious pride that they covered their mouths and cried.
Elizabeth was accompanying her aunt in the hospital, and they watched the show together in the hospital room. Staring at the
TV, she couldn’t help but burst into tears.
Laney and Garrett were shopping at the mall when they saw the show being played on the big screen. Laney leaned against
Garrett’s chest and smiled. “I knew Jcould do it,” she said proudly.
Just as everyone thought that the show was coming to its successful conclusion, the final model failed to appear. The expression
on Zuri’s face changed.
Shocked whispers started coming from the audience. “What’s going on?” someone said. “Where is the last model?”

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