Chapter 890
The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire
Chapter 890 A Ruined Dress
Immediately after rushing into the room, J took in the mess before her eyes. Her face froze in
horror.
Tasha was squatting on the floor, a tattered golden dress clutched in her arms. Stunned, she asked,
“Miss Lopez needs this dress any second now. What should we do?!” Trying to keep calm, J
replied, “Don’t worry. Let’s see if we can figure out a way to fix this.” She picked up the dress herself
and examined it closely to see what could be done.
Upon close observation, she realized that the state of the dress was much worse than she’d thought
from further away. The damage was all on the front. There would be no way to mend it without leaving
visible signs of the repair.
A grimace crossed Tasha’s face. “There’s no saving it, is there?”
J took a deep breath, not ready to answer the question directly. Sheposed herself and asked,
“Do you know who did it?”
“Delores handed over all her projects to me yesterday. Everything went well,” Tasha replied, reflecting
on yesterday and all of the work that Delores had aplished. “But before she left for the day,
Delores did say that she wanted to give the dresses onest look -over, saying she always thought of
the dresses she works on as if they were her own children. She was crying so hard, so I didn’t stop her.
I… I didn’t even pay
her any attention. Delores was only in the work room for only a few minutes. It was all my fault. I should
have checked the dresses after she left!” Tasha was growing increasingly flustered, speaking faster the
more agitated she became. (2
Given all of the painstaking work that Delores had put into the dress, Tasha had never worried that it
would’ve been safe in her hands. She never expected in a million years that this disaster could’ve
happened on her watch. “You never should have trusted Delores. She was scheming and plotting
behind our backs this entire time.” J’s face darkened as she let this truth sink in. 0
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She’d always known that Delores had a mean streak, but she’d never expected that she would’ve been
so spiteful as to destroy a dress she’d designed herself just to stick it to her colleagues.
J helped Tasha to her feet and asked, “When is Miss Lopez due to arrive?”
Anxiously clenching her fingers into small fists, Tasha answered, “This morning, she said.”
“We’ll make sure that full responsibility for this disaster isid fully at Delores’ feet. For now, our top
priority is to reassure our guest that everything will be alright,” J continued. “Tasha, you go check if
Miss Lopez is here yet.” Over the course of her career as a designer, J had faced many simr
disasters, and she had be a pro at handling crisis. That was how she knew how to deal with this
calmly rather than flying off the handle like a more inexperienced person such as Tasha.
“But the dress ispletely ruined. However are we going to exin that to Miss Lopez?” Tasha had
never dealt with such a disaster before. Wracked with anxiety, she said, “I should’ve kept an eye on
Delores the whole time. I should’ve known she’s not to be trusted.”
Tasha practically beat herself up for her failure to protect the dress from the vindictive Delores.
“ming yourself solves absolutely nothing.” Retaining her cool, J pondered the situation for a
short while and then said, “We have to simplye up with a way to fix this.”
Just at that moment, there was a knock at the door. From the other side of the door a voice called,
“Tasha? Are you in? Miss Lopez is here for her dress. Pleasee bring it out as soon as you can.
She’s waiting for you.”
In a sh, Tasha’s mind emptiedpletely. In a quick reflexive motion she jumped up, grabbed the
dress from J, hung it on a hook, and shoved it behind other changing clothes, doing her best to
conceal the evidence of the disaster as swiftly as she could. “We can’t let her see this,” she cried.
Tasha then headed for the door. Not knowing what she was nning on doing, J grabbed her wrist
and asked, “What do you think you’re doing? What are you gonna say to her?”
“What’s done is done. I’ll apologize to Miss Lopez, exin the situation to her, and hopefully ask her to
give us more time,” the miserable Tasha blurted out. “This is my responsibility. Please, let me do what I
have to do. I’ll handle this.”
As soon as Tasha finished speaking, she opened the door and marched out,pletely ignoring
J’s protestations.
J was really worrying Tasha. What was she about to do?
J was very aware of this particr dress. It had been designed for Este Lopez, a rising star in
the publishing
industry as a newly famous author. Designing and producing this glorious dress had taken a great deal
of time and effort. Moreover, it was incredibly expensive. Anyone might’ve erupted in anger at
discovering their property had been damaged, but Este was particrly known for having a terrible
temper.
Este’s currently top bestselling debut novel was said by everyone in the industry to be a sure thing
for taking home that year’s writing award. And this was the dress she’d nned on wearing when she
epted it. The ceremony was only a month away. How would they ever rece it in time?
J had seen Este eviscerated her haters online. Este herself unleashed such fury upon them
that they’d deactivated their ounts. People were shocked at how brutally and efficiently she’d dealt
with them.
Este had a practical army of social media warriors fighting on her behalf. If Tasha made her mad, bad
things could definitely follow. It could even irreparably damage W Marks Studio’s reputation in the
public eye.
J’s heart skipped a beat. Worried that something terrible was about to happen, she hurried out
after Tasha.