The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

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The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire
Chapter 899 Running For Life
Dalores left W Marks Stutwo days ago.
At the time, Tasha was busy taking care of the design drafts.
Dalores sorted out the projects she had been handling and handed them over. “Tasha,” she said with sreluctance. “Is it
possible forto enter the clothing room for the last time? I just want to take one last look at the dresses. I don’t think I will be
returning to W Marks again.”
After a brief moment’s hesitation, Tasha agreed to let her in.
Once inside, Dalores shut the door behind her and went on a rampage on Estella’s dress, cutting it up to bits and pieces.
“Tasha!” she cackled like a madwoman. “Janet! I’d like to see how you b*tches explain this to Estella later!”
Dalores then waited for Estella to appear and make a scene at the studio, just as Mrs. Fuller had done last time. To her dismay,
she waited and waited, but W Marks remained as peaceful as could be. Estella didn’t kick up a fuss at all.

In the end, Dalores was unable to contain her anxiety and called Estella.
“How dare you call me! I had no idea that you resigned until I went to get my dress earlier.” Estella was obviously in a foul mood,
and she was about to hang up when Dalores quickly stopped her.
“Before I left W Marks, I heard that sclumsy designer damaged your dress. Did the stucompensate you for it?”
“The evening dress you designed forwas too gaudy. I don’t really like it. Jwill design a new ensemble for me, as well as
a backup choice. She is responsible and very capable, and I am satisfied with her. You, on the other hand, Dalores... You didn’t
even notifythat you intended to resign! How negligent of you. With that kind of attitude, who do you think is going to hire you
as their designer in the future?” Estella was notorious for her sharp tongue. She made sure to berate Dalores before ending the
call, which left the latter rightly outraged.
Things were not going her way at all. Why was it that Jalways managed to wheedle her way out of danger? And so, when
rumors about Jand Draco’s relationship reached Dalores, she wasted no tbribing several sketchy reporters to expose
this supposed affair. She wanted to ruin Janet’s reputation once and for all.

Unfortunately, the tabloids were quickly suppressed by the Larson Group. Not only that, but Dalores received lawyer’s letters
shortly after, both from the Larson Group and W Marks Studio.

With the likelihood of a jail sentence looming over her head, Dalores packed up her things and drove out of the city.
She had heard of Brandon, of course. He was known for his ruthlessness, and was often likened to Satan himself. Needless to
say, Dalores found herself regretting everything she had done. She shouldn’t have tried to sabotage Janet!
Dalores was still fuming about her circumstances as she glanced at the rearview mirror again. This time, she saw a number of
cars tailing her at an alarming speed. In fact, they were about to overtake her.
“Where did all these people cfrom?” Dalores wasn’t sure who had sent them. She might be fond of gossiping, but she had
never provoked anyone to their face.
In the next second, her phone rang. An unknown number was calling.
Dalores pressed the answer button with a healthy amount of trepidation. “Who is this?”
A sharp female voice cthrough the line. It was Mrs. Fuller. “Hello, Dalores. How does it feel to be public enemy number
one? Do you remember what I told you? The moment you leave W Marks Studio, I’ll be out to get you. Now that you have
offended both the Larson family and the White family, you are doomed. It disguststhat I have to dispose of you myself, b*tch.
You know what? I’m not gonna do that. I’ll just hand you over to Brandon, and once I do, you will know—”
Dalores felt a chill race down her spine, and she hurriedly hung up.
“You’re the b*tch! You’re all b*tches!” She screamed inside the car and stepped hard on the gas.
In an attempt to get rid of her pursuers, she changed lanes and drove on the wrong side of the road. Before she could even gain
sdistance, she was blinded by a beam of light coming from her left. She turned in surprise and saw a truck rounding a
corner and speeding toward her.

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