The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

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The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire
Chapter 893 Crazy Paparazzi
“Things are far from over. Estella needs the dresses immediately. Let’s drop everything we’re working on and rush to make the
outfits for her.” After stretching, Jstood and said, “It appears that I must go and fetch my toothbrush and sleeping bag. I’ll
have to stay in the stuand work nonstop until we get her dresses done.” “Working overtis not a huge issue. Dalores has
gotten under my skin, and I can’t stand it.” Imagining that Dalores had committed such an act, Tasha becenraged. “She just
cut the dress and left, leaving us a mess to handle.”
“Here’s what we should do.” Jstated firmly, “Contact W Marks’s attorney and ask that he sue Dalores.”
Tasha deduced from Janet’s demeanor that Draco had likely given her control of the studio’s operations. Tasha cracked a grin
and replied, “I know. I’ll get to it with immediate effect.”
Jwasted no tin the beginning to design two new gowns for Estella. Soon, it would be tto leave work.
Tasha moved to glance out the window when she noticed Jhad yet to leave work. “There are no paparazzi outside. Why are
you still here? Or do you plan to put in extra hours tonight?”

Janet, while measuring the fabric, remarked coolly, “These paparazzi have a lot of sneakiness. Thinking that they’ll wait forin
the open would be ridiculous. Since this morning, I have observed a couple more unusual automobiles on both sides of the
road.”
“Is there somehow I can help with that?” As soon as Tasha said the words, she noticed Mesue, the b*odyguard, enter the room.
“We’ve dealt with the paparazzi and reporters outside. Have no fear.”
Jsmiled and told Tasha, “You go first. I’ll stay a bit longer and finish this.”
Jonly began packing her things when she noticed that all of her coworkers had left work. She discovered on her cell phone
that all references to her and Draco had been erased from the Internet.
Mesue sorted the drawings and told Janet, “Don’t worry. Mr. Larson has extensive knowledge in this field. The Larson Group is
an umbrella organization consisting of numerous highly effective public relations firms.”
Jchuckled and said, “I’m simply frightened of causing my coworkers issues.”

Thankfully, Janet’s fears did not ctrue.
Mesue rushed to start the car before Jgot out of work.
A group of journalists unexpectedly emerged at this time. It was as though they had been waiting for this exact moment. The
group had been hiding in the area and surged over to encircle the car all of a sudden.

“Mrs. Larson, could you please explain to us why you cheated on your husband?”
“Rumor has it that you and Mr. Larson have separated for a long period. Is that true?”
“Are you keeping silent because it’s all true?”
They pounded loudly on the tinted windows and shouted questions one after another, without caring if the ones inside heard
them or not.
Mesue pulled down the window and yelled at the journalists, “Move out of the way! Else, I’ll drive over all of you!”
Those paparazzi didn’t back down one bit. As they continued to grill Mesue, they positioned microphones in front of her.
Jdid not dare leave the stuafter watching this incident.
She averted her attention and went back to W Marks Stuin silence.
Those moronic reporters had no idea that she hadn’t actually gotten inside the car.
“I’m sorry, Mesue.” Jspotted a passage next to the stuafter searching for an alternative exit.
Then, Jbacked up against the wall and slipped away from the stusilently. The number of reporters encircling the
automobile beclarger and larger. She was increasingly anxious about drawing their attention. Jremoved her high heels
and left the stustealthily.
She kept unconsciously turning around to glance back as she walked. Jtook a few steps and discovered that no reporters
were following her. Right away, she picked up speed and began running.
“Jis not in the car!”
“Jis the one who is speeding off with her stilettos.” “Get moving! Get to her!”

Jheard her nbeing called from behind and turned to see a pack of photographers and reporters chasing after her.
She misjudged their skill. She would have stayed hidden in the stuif she had known!

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