Chapter 906


    The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire


    Chapter 906 Irrevocable Damage


    Seeing the crestfallen look in Elizabeth’s eyes made J want to chase after her.


    “Are you seriously leaving me, your client, alone here?” Derek leaned back against the sofa, his long


    legs crossed gracefully. There was not an ounce of guilt to be seen on his face.


    J gritted her teeth and turned to him. “Are you out of your mind? Or do you just not have a brain at


    all? That was so cruel! How could you say that to her? Our design drafts are done through a


    specialized software. It’s not necessary for the designer toplete everything by hand. She could do


    just as well with her injury.”


    Derek wasn’t interested in any of it.


    He turned his attention to the ring on his finger, ying nonchntly with the band. “You avoided me


    on purpose, so I had no choice. If you hadn’t questioned my decision, I wouldn’t have had to find fault


    with Miss Perry.”


    “Now you’re ming me?” J was furious. After taking several deep breaths to calm herself down,


    she opened the door of the VIP room and said, “Please leave, Mr. Ramsey. I’m afraid we can’t ept


    this project.”


    Wilder quickly stepped in to try and smooth out the situation. He had tried so hard and was now finally


    about to secure a design project from W Marks Studio. Nothing could go wrong now! “Please, let’s talk


    about this calmly. I’m sure we cane up with apromise. You’ve been at the Iridescent Showst


    time. You know better than anyone that Derek is the perfect model for W Marks’ designs. The interview


    is also very important to Derek.”


    Once J had made up her mind however, she was as immovable as a boulder. Leaning against the


    door, she refused, “Our designers can’t help him. You’ll have to find someone else.”


    It was then that it dawned on Derek how angry J was. With a frown, he asked, “Are you that mad


    about it? Why do you have to take this so seriously?”


    “You can see yourself out.” With that, J simply turned around and walked out of the room.


    Wilder shot a cold re at Derek. “What the hell did you just do?”


    Derek brought a hand towards his forehead, kneading his temple as tension gathered in that spot. He


    looked at the file that Elizabeth had left.


    The materials she had prepared were perfect, and he could tell that she was serious about her job. He


    wouldn’t have acted so childishly if he hadn’t been angry with J.


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    Rubbing his face with his palm, he admitted, “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have been mean to that


    designer.”


    Wilder rolled his eyes inwardly. Derek had always been like this— not realizing the consequences of


    his actions until the damage had already been done.


    After leaving the room, J looked around the studio to find Elizabeth, but there was no sign of her.


    She paused her search and thought for a while, and then headed straight for the rooftop.


    There was Elizabeth, leaning against the railing that overlooked the business district below.


    “This brings me way back. You had alwayse here during lunch break.” Elizabeth was looking


    down, her hands sped together. As J walked over, she saw the tear stains that had been drying


    on Elizabeth’s cheeks.


    Elizabeth finally spoke, sniffing and wiping her eyes. “The wind is really strong today. I think something


    got in my eye.”


    Not even a light breeze disturbed the world that was standing perfectly still.


    J said nothing about Elizabeth’s obvious lie and asked instead, “How’s your wound?”


    A bitter smile broke through Elizabeth’s lips. “I’ve gone to see several doctors. They all said the same


    thing— the wound had already healed. But every time I pick up a pen, my hand will shake. I can’t


    control it.”


    Fear swallowed Elizabeth. Would she ever be able to draw again?


    J felt an overwhelming desire tofort Elizabeth, but she was not sure what to say. She let the


    silence stretch for a moment before speaking, “Elizabeth, don’t tell anyone about this. You have to keep


    trying. Don’t give up on treatment. I know a doctor with great medical achievements. Maybe he can


    help.” J handed Elizabeth a business card.


    “Frank Watson?” Elizabeth gaped at the name on the paper. “There’s no way such a renowned doctor


    would even spare time to see me.”


    Frank Watson was a prominent name. His influence had such a wide reach that even people who


    weren’t from the medical field recognized him.


    “A famous doctor is still a doctor. He is duty-bound to save lives and treat people. It’s not like you would


    ask him to treat you for free. You’re a patient. He wouldn’t refuse,” J ced aforting hand on


    Elizabeth’s shoulder and smiled.


    The two walked down the rooftop together after a while. When they returned to the studio, they found


    Derek and his manager still waiting inside the VIP room.


    “Mr. Ramsey, our meeting is over. Please leave. We need this room. We have other clients to attend to


    later,” J said icily.


    Derek had been dejected since she walked out on him.


    He felt like a child who had gotten into mischief. Even now, he could still feel Wilder’s re on him,


    silently pressuring him to apologize. “Forgive me, Miss Perry. I was out of line and I said incredibly rude


    things to you. I sincerely apologize.”