Chapter 881


    The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire


    Chapter 881 Celebrating The Discharge From The Hospital


    “Mr. Wesley, did you know that Zuri reached out to our studio? Apparently, someone lied to her saying


    our studio won’t be getting to Iridescent Show. But we had an appointment before that and I told Zuri I


    would be there. It left a bad impression on her. So much so that she even denied my entry to the show


    the day I arrived.” “Zuri did tell me.” Draco’s jaw was tight.


    He thought J meant something else. Was she suspecting Dalores was the culprit?


    Seeing he was getting what she meant, J dropped the subject and didn’t continue.


    As if on cue, Dalores came out of the ward. Her eyes were shaky when they fell on J, afraid that


    she would say something against her.


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    “Anything left in there?” J nced at Dalores. “No, I went through everything and there’s nothing to


    be found.” Dalores smiled but her lips were pressed into a line. She felt like a maid in front of J.


    “Let’s go. I’ll drive Mr. Wesley back to his residence first.” J still had not gotten any strong evidence


    against Dalores, so she let her go. Only for now, that was. Confronting Dalores outright would only be


    meaningless since she had no concrete evidence.


    “You can go back to work, J. I can drive Mr. Wesley home.” Dalores offered to take Draco home.


    Draco waved off their offers with indifference. “I’ll drop


    by the studio before going home. There’s something I have to deal with first.”


    Dalores felt as though a hand had grabbed her heart and squeezed it. She had no idea what it was


    Draco had to do but she didn’t have a good feeling about it. “Mr. Wesley, you’ve just been discharged


    from the hospital. You’re still too weak. It’s not advisable for you to go back to work right away.”


    J sensed what was on Draco’s mind so she interjected, but in a softer tone. “Do what Mr. Wesley


    says. As for you, Mr. Wesley, you can only stay in the office for an hour.”


    Draco replied quickly, “That’s exactly my n.”


    The two shared a smile, leaving Dalores by the sidelines. She felt out of ce. It was she who took


    care of Draco for several days, yet he was only listening to J.


    Mesue then drove the three of them to W Marks.


    Silence weed them the moment they entered the studio. Only a few designers were present as


    most of the work positions were empty.


    Draco’s agitation vibrated in his voice. “Is this what’s going on while I was in the hospital?”


    His temper was just about to snap when a rumbling of cracker sounded overhead. Colorful confetti


    floated down, and the light suddenly lit up. Tasha along with the other designers pushed the cake cart


    out together.


    Their top designer held out arge bouquet of pink lilies to Draco. Then, in a chorus, everyone


    congratted him, “Wee back, Mr. Wesley.”


    Tasha opened a bottle of champagne and handed it to Draco, “Mr. Wesley, please pour the


    champagne.”


    Draco took the champagne and poured it in the piled sses. When he was done, surprise was


    painted on his face. It was such a rare sight. “Thank you for preparing these for me.”


    “Of course! We volunteered for this!” Several designers answered with glee.


    Others echoed, “You’ve helped us a lot, Mr. Wesley. This isn’t a big dealpared to what you’ve


    done.”


    As for Tasha, she walked up to Draco, a document in hand. “Thanks for J’s excellent performance


    in Iridescent Show, we have received a wave of new orders these days. W Marks has broken its


    previous order records. I’vepiled all the orders into the document, Mr. Wesley. Once you’ve


    finished checking them, the designers can start working.”


    Tasha passed Draco the thick file.


    “Thank you.” Draco took the file, only noticing all the eyes on him when he raised his gaze. Everyone


    was standing together, lips stretched into a smile and eyes shining with delight. The atmosphere was


    warm and it seeped through Draco’s skin, lifting his mood.


    He had always been an indifferent person. For him, W Marks was merely a workce. But right now,


    his heart felt so full it was like he was home.


    Draco reflected the smiles shed for him. He could feel the genuine warmth and happiness from the


    bottom of his heart.