The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Chapter 1268 Purposely Pick On Her
Upon seeing the mediocre, unremarkable snacks that Janet had brought, Mandy’s l*ips curled into a subtle sneer, dripping with disdain.
No wonder Janet’s deal had fallen through —she was likely too miserly and close- fisted, Mandy speculated.
Indeed, Mandy’s interception of Janet’s design project was anything but accidental. She had meticulously planned it.
As soon as she left W Marks, Mandy began digging into recent happenings at Janet’s studio.
It wasn’t long before she uncovered that Janet had inadvertently offended Carly during a previous encounter, leaving Janet scrambling for a chance to make amends and win back Carly’s favor.
That was why Mandy sought out Carly, volunteering to tackle the job herself.
Otherwise, she would never have stooped to take on such a mundane task as designing clothes for an ordinary elderly person, much less actively reaching out to someone like Carly.
To Mandy, Carly was nothing more than a run-of-the-mill modeling agency owner, h*ardly worth the effort of cultivating a relationsh*ip.
The only endeavor truly worth Mandy’s time and cunning was to make life difficult for Janet.
Her ultimate goal was to force Janet out of the design industry altogether, ensuring Janet never crossed paths with her or Draco again.
“Go to hell, Janet, you loser!”
Mandy’s eyes burned with fury as she silently cursed Janet’s retreating figure.
Composing herself, Mandy glanced dismissively at the box of snacks and shook her head in mock pity. “It appears Miss White h*ardly exerted herself for this gift. These cookies are so crudely made, it’s obvious she was just going through the motions.”
Carly eyed the cookies but held her tongue. Instead, she instructed her assistant to collect Janet’s snacks for her grandmother’s upcoming visit.
Mandy’s expression soured instantly.
Why bother saving such a shabby box of cookies? Shouldn’t they be tossed in the garbage? i
Mandy believed that Carly was nothing but a backwater bumpkin, and over a decade in Barnes hadn’t changed her small-town mentality.
She shot Carly a furtive glare before plastering on a warm smile. “Ms. Reed, I’ve procured the finest treats in Barnes for you. Please enjoy them with your grandmother later.”
After bidding Carly farewell, Janet and Lexi lingered at the modeling agency entrance. Their eyes, filled with disappointment, met the blazing sun overhead.
“We’ve wasted so much time waiting here for nothing,” Lexi grumbled, her fists clenched in frustration. “If Ms. Reed didn’t want to see us, she should’ve just said so.”
Janet shook her head, accepting blame. “The fault lies with me, not Ms. Reed.”
“But…” Lexi wanted to vent further, but the crestfallen look on Janet’s face made her bite her tongue.
Janet offered a comforting smile. “Let’s go. Her forgiveness means more to me than winning back the order.”
Lexi knew her boss was gentle and kindhearted, not one to be bothered by such setbacks, so she relented. “Alright, since you say so, I won’t be mad anymore.”
As they departed, Lexi suddenly remembered Mandy and sensed something amiss about her.
Though usually carefree and unworried, Lexi had caught a fleeting glimmer of malice in Mandy’s eyes back at Carly’s company.
“Boss, I can’t help but think there’s something off about Mandy,” Lexi shared her unease. “It seems like she intentionally snatched the order from us.”
At the mention of Mandy’s name, Janet let out a weary sigh.
Mandy just loved to be her adversary.
Sensing juicy gossip, Lexi pressed, “Boss, from your reaction, it seems there’s some truth to my suspicions, right?”
Janet nodded resignedly. “Yes, there’s been some conflict between us…”
She went on to recount the incident that had transpired between her and Mandy at W Marks.
Lexi listened in shock. “So that’s what happened. Mandy is truly malicious.”
Janet offered a faint smile. “She’s not entirely a bad person. She is just being immature. Besides…”
Her voice trailed off, and a glimmer of hope danced in her eyes. “There might still be a chance for this project.”