The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride (Ethan and Janet)

After a short pause, Janet said, "I thought that was just your excuse to bring Hannah over."

"I admire your work and would like you to make some clothes for Hannah. Your designs, of course." Brandon put down the sandwich and wiped his lips with a napkin. When Janet thought of the price, she said, "The price you offered is insane. I don't deserve that much."

Raising his eyebrows, Brandon said, "Your designs are priceless, and this is your first project as an independent designer. I actually think the price is reasonable."

The price an independent designer set for their first order was very important. It would inform future clients how they should value Janet's work.

Biting her lip, Janet chuckled and said, "If the public knows that you offered this price to me, they will only believe that I'm supported by my husband. Not that my designs are worth the money."

Brandon had anticipated this argument. "But the order will be anonymous. And I am not offering blind support. I will pay the balance only when Hannah is satisfied. Do you think you can make it? Or were you overstating your abilities?"

The corners of Janet's mouth twitched. Brandon was very cunning. He offered her an irresistible price and dared her to refuse, knowing she would want to prove her ability.

"Hannah, tell me what styles of clothes you want after dinner," Janet said, smiling.

"You're designing clothes for me?" Hannah hadn't been following Janet and Brandon's discussion. Did Janet plan to design clothes for her?

Hannah waved her hand. "No, no. I'm an old woman. I don't need new clothes. My old clothes are fine. You don't need to design clothes for me. Janet, you are a famous designer, and I'm a rural person. I wouldn't know what to do with such a wardrobe."

Janet laughed. "Can't rural people wear high-end customized clothes?" With a shrewd look in her eyes, she added, "We are close. Even if you weren't my client, it would be natural for me to design clothes that suit you."

Hannah put down her breakfast, held her arms and shrank her body. She pursed her lips and said, "Your designs are expensive and gorgeous. Even if you made them for me, I would be afraid to wear them. Besides, I would never have an occasion to wear them. It would be too ostentatious for me to dress expensively at my friends' houses in the countryside."

"Brandon said that he would find servants for you, and I can make sure my designs are practical and easy to wear even in the village. You could wear them around your house.

Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you come to the W Marks Studio with me today? Didn't you tell me you wanted to see my workplace?"

Janet planned to make the other designers at W Marks help her convince Hannah.

It was an hour's drive from Malus Bay to the W Marks Studio.

When they arrived, Janet helped Hannah out of the car. "Be careful of the steps."

Looking at the white, high-end building and the gorgeous furnishings outside, Hannah said, "It's so beautiful here!"

"There are only two floors inside, and it's just a

modest studio, but Mr. Wesley wanted it to look great for prospective customers and hired craftsmen to decorate it a few months ago."

Compared with the high-profile and luxurious decoration at the Larson Group's building, the studio was rather simple in design.

"If it's just been decorated, perhaps I shouldn't go in."

The most high-end places Hannah had frequented were the villas of her employers when she worked as maid before. The stylish building intimidated her. She feared she might spoil it if she stepped inside. Although, she knew Janet was a designer, she hadn't known she was working at such an exclusive studio.

Even her own son had never taken her to any upscale places before.

Janet's eyes softened. "I work here. You can go in whenever you want."

Hannah's palms were sweating. "No, I can't. I am a simple woman. I will make a fool of myself if I go in." Hannah avoided eye contact with everyone around. She was sure that people were looking at her strangely, and she became more flustered. "Let's go back. We can do this in your villa."

Janet felt distressed. She was about to say something when they were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Good morning, Janet." Elizabeth walked toward them with a cup of coffee in her hand.