NovelAppThe Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire
Chapter 905 After-effects
Jhid in the tea room, her laptop in her arms and humming a tune as she munched on biscuits.
The next moment, her phone screen lit up, ending her small moment of reprieve. A message from Elizabeth came, asking her to
go to the VIP room immediately. “Damn it! I had just told Tasha! Really should have also told Elizabeth!” Knowing that she had
been found out, Jsighed regretfully.
She had no choice but to go to the VIP room now.
“What can I do for you?” Jhad intended to explain, but the words that cout next diverged from her original plan. “I didn’t
show up because Elizabeth would be in charge of the project.”
“As the client, I have the right to choose the designer,” Derek answered with a dissatisfied arch of his brow. “That is true,” Janet
had no choice but to acquiesce.
Without missing a beat, Derek said, “Then I’ll appoint you as the sole designer for this project. Can you now stay and discuss the
plan with me?”
Jwas struck dumb for a moment, her mouth gaping as she turned to Elizabeth.
showing. She was confident that Jwould do an excellent job. “I’ll excuse myself so you can continue your discussion.”
“Stay here, Elizabeth.” Jstopped her.
She met Derek’s gaze and said, “Elizabeth is more than qualified for this project. Before I chere, the two of you were having
a good conversation, and now you suddenly want to switch designers. Is there anything you’re dissatisfied with?”
During lunch break, Jsaw Elizabeth sorting out documents and getting ready for the project. Elizabeth took every design
seriously, and this partnership with Derek would be her first project after coming back to W Marks. Jknew how hard she
worked. Elizabeth would be professional and never show it, but Jdidn’t want her to be disappointed.
The question caught Derek off-guard. Until now, he didn’t really pay attention to Elizabeth. He barely listened to Elizabeth’s
detailing of the plan; he just wanted to find an excuse to send her away because it was Jhe wanted to see.
He looked through the documents Elizabeth had brought in. Her ideas were impeccable. Every single one of them had been
meticulously thought out, and there was no possible criticism in any area. Derek had to cup with another excuse. His eyes
moved around, inadvertently catching a glimpse of the scar on Elizabeth’s palm.
It looked new, and he could tell it was a deep cut. From the looks of it, she had just recovered from a serious injury.
“Miss Perry, the wound on your hand seems to be very deep. Are you still able to draw well?” Derek asked slowly, his eyes fixed
on her wound.
Elizabeth instinctively drew her hand back, her face turning pale as she hid it in her pocket. “Yes, I can do it.” Derek picked up a
arrogantly.
Elizabeth bit her lip. She hadn’t picked up a pen since her injury.
Janet’s displeasure was written all over her face when she turned to Derek. “Stop making a big deal out of nothing.”
Derek furrowed his brows and said, feigning seriousness, “I’m not asking for much. If Miss Perry is really as qualified as you
said, this should be simple.”
“You...” A hint of coldness was beginning to turn Janet’s gaze into an icy glare. She was about to snap at Derek when Elizabeth
stopped her.
“I’ll do it. We should avoid getting into conflicts with each other for this project.” Between the two of them, Elizabeth felt as if she
was caught in the middle of a brewing storm.
She picked up the pen and started to draw. As her hand moved across the page, a sudden burst of pain radiated from her
wound. The pen dropped to the ground with a clatter.
Elizabeth crouched down to pick it up. “I’m sorry,” she said awkwardly. “It slipped because my grip was a little loose.”
Derek could tell with one glance that Elizabeth was downplaying her injury. It was a deep enough cut that the normal use of her
hand was not possible.
“Miss Perry, you’ve hurt your hand badly. I can’t trust a designer who can’t even hold a pen right.”
He turned to look at Jwith a smug smile. “This is why I said I was choosing you. Any more objections?”
It took everything in Jnot to let her fury boil over at the sight of Derek’s triumphant face. Focusing instead on Elizabeth,
Jheld her arm and said, “You don’t look too good. Do you want to go out and take a break?”
Elizabeth crumpled the paper in her hand, the movement sending a dull pain crawling across her palm. Without another word,
her eyes downcast with gloomy shadows.
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