The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire Book - Chapter: 999

He meant Janet no harm. She was Brandon’s wife. Hurting her would only invite trouble for himself.

His goal was Elizabeth all along, the bitch who turned him in to the police!

It was clear to him that she was close friends with Janet. She would certainly tell Janet about her new address. Following that logic, he gathered that as long as he followed Janet, he’d be able to find Elizabeth.

“Does she think she can get rid of me by moving? How naive of her!” he muttered under his breath.

Most of the blocks in this neighborhood had been built for decades, and they had no elevators.

Fortunately, Elizabeth lived on the third floor.

Janet knocked on the door, and it was opened shortly afterward. Elizabeth was delighted to know that Janet was her visitor.

“I was actually just wondering when you’ll have the time to visit me!”

Uncertain of how to explain, Janet stammered, “We, uh… we had dinner just now.”

“I see,” replied Elizabeth. It seemed that she was doing much better than before. “You had dinner? My aunt and I had been wanting to cook dinner for you.”

Janet was stunned to hear that.

She scratched the back of her head and awkwardly replied, “You know what? I guess it’s fine. We’re not that full yet.”

Elizabeth nodded affirmatively, letting Janet into the room. “Come! I’l introduce you to my aunt.”

Upon entering the room, Janet saw a woman in her fifties, sitting on the sofa and folding a blanket. Seeing that Elizabeth came in with Janet, she paused and said, “Well, this is a surprise. Elizabeth has never brought any friends here. Do you happen to Like pumpkin pie? It will be out of the oven soon.”

Janet thought that Elizabeth’s family would be just like her, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that her aunt was such a kind and nurturing soul.

Just then, a ding was heard from the kitchen, and the smell of pumpkin pie spread across the room.

“Yes! It’s finally ready. Kids, go to the table and have a seat. I’ll take it out now.” Elizabeth’s aunt smiled brightly. Her kind, elderly presence was a joy to behold.

She asked Elizabeth, Janet, and the bodyguard to sit at the table before heading into the kitchen.

Janet wanted to help her, but the older woman politely refused her help.

Elizabeth shook her head at Janet. “That’s just how she is. Let her be.”

While they were at the table, Janet looked around and noticed that Elizabeth’s laptop was on. There was a half-finished draft of her design on the screen.

After taking a sip of the tea, she looked at Elizabeth’s laptop and asked, “Why are you still working? You should take some time off and recuperate.”

Elizabeth ran her fingers along the edge of the teacup and replied, “Whenever I’m not working, I would think of all sorts of stuff. To tell you the truth, I’ve pondered on a lot of things after leaving the studio.”

Seeing as Elizabeth was hesitant to speak, Janet smiled at her and said, “If there’s something you wish to say, just say it. Your secret’s safe with me.”

With a smile on her face, Elizabeth said, “Draco is an excellent mentor and boss. I’m really relieved that I am employed by him. That being said, I have a firm conviction that I am capable enough to be an independent designer. Maybe one day in the future, I will leave W Marks to embark on my own endeavor.”