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The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1308 Amazing Everyone
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The day of Nelson’s art exhibition finally arrived. Upon entering the venue, Janet and Brandon instantly captivated the room with
their undeniable allure.
Every gaze in the room was drawn to them, their magnetic presence leaving the crowd awestruck.
“Who are those two models? Not only are they striking, but their outfits are stunning as well!” exclaimed one onlooker.
“This design is so refreshing. It’s minimalist yet captivating. I] wonder which major brand it’s from,” another whispered in
admiration.
“That woman is Janet! She’s a designer herself, and this dress must be her own creation. Each detail is flawlessly executed. The
fashion industry is in for a shake-up after this,” someone recognized and lauded her. Overhearing the praise, Janet blushed,
feeling a mix of happiness and b”That girl from the White family, Janet, is simply clueless. She has no understanding of the
significance of marketing whatsoever. She even rejected my offer of free promotion. It’s clear that she’s pretending to be
someone she’s not.

Brandon leaned in, his voice a gentle murmur in her ear. “You see, it’s not just me who thinks you’re talented. Everyone here
acknowledges your design prowess. Have a little more faith in yourself.”
With a coy smile, Janet nodded.
Her demure expression caught the surrounding guests’ attention, inciting another wave of excitement.
“I never knew the young lady of the White family possessed not only remarkable design skills but also such beauty,” someone
remarked, impressed by Janet’s talents and appearance.
“I used to think she was all looks, but she’s clearly got the skills to back it up,” another added.
Even some self-proclaimed elite designers flocked around Janet, seeking her insights and ideas about the garments she’d
created. Meanwhile, a jealous stare fixed on her.
“She’s just riding on the coattails of the White family name. What’s so special about that?” a woman sneered, swirling the red
wine in her glass. With a swish of her hips, she sauntered toward Janet in her towering heels.
“Hello.” The woman’s approach was marked by a shift from jealousy to a gentle smile. “My name is Vivi,” she said, her voice soft
and soothing.

A flicker of surprise crossed Janet’s eyes as she recognized Vivi from social media.
The Internet celebrity model had gained popularity for her exceptional beauty and figure, becoming a sought-after muse for many
fashion designers.
Though taken aback by Vivi’s introduction, Janet greeted her warmly, “Hello, is there something I can help you with?”
Sipping her wine, Vivi offered a proposition, “I really admire your design style, and I’d like to promote it free of charge. If we work
well together, we could collaborate in the long-term, and I’d even offer you a half-off discount.” Janet’sheart skipped a beat at the
enticing offer. Vivi’s fan base could certainly reduce promotional costs for her studio, especially with the first collaboration being
free.
But after some consideration, Janet politely declined, “I’m sorry, Vivi. While you’re stunning, your style is more luxurious and
flamboyant than what I currently design. Perhaps we can collaborate in the future.”
Vivi’s once-radiant smile froze upon hearing the refusal.
She couldn’t believe Janet would pass up a free collaboration.
Shouldn’t Janet be grateful for her generous offer of a free collaboration?
Sensing Vivi’s growing discontent, Janet apologized, “I’m sorry, Vivi. I didn’t mean to offend. My design aesthetic leans more
toward minimalist and modern, which doesn’t quite mesh with your style.”
Struggling to suppress her ire, Vivi forced a smile and replied, “That’s fine. If you think it’s not a good fit, we’ll let it go. Maybe we
can work together another time.”
With that, she stormed off in her towering heels, a wave of indignation brewing within her.