Chapter 1149


    The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire


    Chapter 1149 Her Future Career


    J received a call from Hannah soon after she sent out the fax.


    “Is this J?” Hannah asked repeatedly over the phone.


    “Yes. Hannah. It’s me. Have you seen the design draft? Can you help me check if I need to change


    anything?” J replied with a chuckle.


    She treated Hannah much gentler than anyone else. Hannah replied excitedly, “It s beautiful. All the


    details are perfect!”


    “You must be exaggerating. But since you like it. I won’t edit it anymore,” J said, smiling even


    brighter.


    However, her brows knitted as she heard many noisesing from Hannah’s side, “Hey. are you with


    your neighbor?”


    “Yeah. Many of my neighbors have dropped by for a chat since I’m back. They even taught me to y


    cards. By the way, I also took in a little girl. She’s such a sweet angel. I will introduce her when you


    visit,” Hannah exined quickly.


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    J finally felt relieved seeing Hannah with so many friends. She said gently, “Well, just have fun.


    Call me if you need money.”


    Hannah refused stubbornly, “I have savings of my own. It’s enough. Oh, they are urging me to return to


    the game. I have to go now.”


    Soon after hanging up the phone, J rolled up her sleeves and got ready to return to work. Since


    Hannah approved the design, it would be best to deliver the final product to her as soon as possible.


    Elizabeth was browsing her socials during her break. When she put down her phone and turned


    around, she found that J wasn’t resting at all. Instead, she looked perked up for work.


    Suddenly. Elizabeth called out, “J, do you have Facebook or Instagram or anything like that? You


    should sign up for an ount. Then, you can publicize your designs and reach a wider audience. That


    way, your clients can increase, and your potential clients could also contact you through social media.”


    J paused her sketching and replied thoughtfully, “I don’t socialize a lot, so I don’t have anything like


    that But I think you are right. I should register an ount and upload my portfolio.”


    “That’s great. But since you are set on bing an independent designer, you might as well register


    your ount as an official ount of your future studio.”


    “You have so many good ideas,” J agreed and started registering.


    “I didn’te up with all these ideas. Mandy and the other famous designers are all doing it. Mandy


    has already acquired many followers on her studios official ount. She now has more than a hundred


    thousand followers.” Elizabeth said in amazement as she browsed through Mandy’s ount.


    “I know,” J replied while looking back at Elizabeth’s screen.


    She suddenly felt excited at the thought of her future career. She was finally stepping towards realizing


    her dream.


    However, she still needed a name for her future studio…


    A few hours passed in a blink of an eye. When J had got off from work and exited the studio, she


    spotted a half-opened window of a Bentley parked not far away. Mesue was sitting in the driver’s seat,


    wearing a in white shin that revealed her toned muscr arms.


    She waved her hand at the sight of J and yelled, “Hey, Mrs. Larson! Get in the car.”


    Confused, J walked towards the car and assured, “You don’t have to pick me up from work


    anymore. I’m safe now. I don’t need protection.”


    Mesue nced behind J instinctively and replied, “Mr. Larson may be a few minuteste because


    of a meeting. He sent me to pick you up. Get in, please. I’m just doing my job.”


    J resigned and opened the door to hop in. From the corner of her eye, she saw two strange figures


    following her sneakily.


    “Please stay in the car. I’ll see what those two guys want,” Mesue whispered warily.


    “Be careful,” J cautioned anxiously. After acknowledging J’s concern, Mesue ran towards the


    two men.


    J peered at the situation from the rear mirror and saw that Mesue had already subdued the two


    men.


    She was good. The two men did not even have the chance to escape.


    “Mrs. Larson, you cane out now.” J got out of the car and walked over with a solemn look on


    her face. She red at the two men kneeling on the ground and asked fiercely, “Who sent you here?”


    The two men kept their silence However, they opened up soon after J said she would hand them to


    Brandon. The two men trembled at the mention of his name and stammered, “The Lester family sent


    us. Mr. Seth wanted to meet his son, but Tasha refused his request. So, he hired us to threaten you into


    talking Tasha into it.”


    J frowned and asked, “Shouldn’t Seth be in prison? How could he hire you when he’s in jail?”