The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Patty’s words were well within reason.
It was still lunch break, and when Tiffany called Patty to her office, a bunch of senior designers came with her.
They wasted no time putting in good words for Patty. “We’ve been working together for a long time, and we’ve got to know each
other very well. Patty might be a little sharp-tongued, but she is not a liar.”
“That’s right. Patty is always friendly and willing to help the new hires, too. She was very happy when she learned that she would
be Janet’s partner on this project. Who would have thought that things would turn out like this? It seems to me that anyone who
works with Janet ends up getting screwed one way or another.”
“It’s not the first time that something like this happened, either, and Janet is involved each time. It’s all your fault, Lind. Why are
you blaming other people?”
Janet was trembling with rage. “It has nothing to do with me,” she said through gritted teeth. “The issue is between Patty and
Ronald.”
Then she turned to Patty and said, “I have never done anything to you, so why did you set me up?”
“It’s you who set me up,” Patty countered innocently.
Seeing that it was useless to argue her side, Janet said nothing more and strode out of Tiffany’s office. Patty’s words were well
within reason.
It was still lunch break, and when Tiffany called Patty to her office, a bunch of senior designers came with her.
She knew that an explanation alone wouldn’t be enough to convince her colleagues. She needed concrete evidence to back her
up. Unfortunately, Ronald’s companions had gone out to smoke when the incident happened. There were no other witnesses
aside from her and Patty.
Janet took a cab and went to the hotel where they had dinner last night.
“Apologies, Miss, but we have these private rooms for a reason. The term speaks for itself, so naturally, we do not have
surveillance cameras in these rooms.” The receptionist was blunt and dismissive toward Janet. Her attitude mainly had to do with
the fact that Janet was an average career woman such as herself, and not among the elite that she was used to cozying up to.

“I see. I’m sorry for taking up your time. In that case, did anyone from your staff happen to hear a commotion in that particular
room last night?” Janet wasn’t about to give up just yet.
“I’m really sorry, Miss,” the receptionist said, sounding impatient this time. “We cater to countless guests every day. We can’t
possibly keep track of anything that’s going on behind closed doors.”
Janet felt her heart sink. Without evidence, no one would believe her.
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up. Unfortunotely, Ronold’s componions hod gone out to smoke when the incident hoppened. There were no other witnesses
oside from her ond Potty.
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surveillonce comeros in these rooms.” The receptionist wos blunt ond dismissive toword Jonet. Her ottitude moinly hod to do with
the foct thot Jonet wos on overoge coreer womon such os herself, ond not omong the elite thot she wos used to cozying up to.
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room lost night?” Jonet wosn’t obout to give up just yet.
“I’m reolly sorry, Miss,” the receptionist soid, sounding impotient this time. “We coter to countless guests every doy. We con’t
possibly keep trock of onything thot’s going on behind closed doors.”
Jonet felt her heort sink. Without evidence, no one would believe her.
Her last option was Ronald himself.
Janet crossed her fingers and hoped that he would give her a moment of his time.
Unfortunately, it looked like Ronald was keen on taking revenge for what had happened last night. Janet’s call never went
through, making her realize that he had already blacklisted her.
Left with no other choice, she decided to go over to Yoyo Fashion. She would camp outside his office if she had to.
“I’m sorry,” the company’s receptionist said, her face blank. “Mr. Williams has said that he will not be seeing anyone from the
Larson Group.”

But Janet was tenacious. She took a step in the direction of the elevator banks. “I just want to see him for a bit. I will leave once
I’ve explained everything to him.”
“Please, Miss. If you don’t leave right away, I’m afraid I will have to ask security to see you out.”
Even though she said this, the receptionist had already taken out her walkie-talkie and proceeded to speak to the receiver.
“Come to the reception. A suspicious person is here, and she refuses to leave.”
Janet gnashed her teeth together, her nostrils flaring. She eventually trudged out of Yoyo Fashion, feeling bitter and dejected.