The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Chapter 1311 An Encounter Of Love Rival

Chapter 1311 An Encounter Of Love Rival 

Within the exhibition hall, Janet guided Brandon, her elegant hand pointing out the symphony of colorsand lines that made up Nelson’s masterpieces. With the practiced air of a seasoned designer, shedissected the intricate details and design principles of each piece. Brandon, an art neophyte, foundhimself ensnared by the alluring labyrinth of creativity unfolding before him.

As Janet’s enthusiasm soared, an unwelcome voice pierced her joyful bubble.

“Miss White, what a delightful surprise!” Clyde, decked out in a meticulously chosen ensemble, flasheda smile at Janet. Catching sight of Brandon, his eyes. briefly flickered with thinly veiled disdain. Hisheart had not prepared for the revelation that Janet’s companion would be Brandon, and he wonderedif the latter had the capacity to comprehend the art pieces.

With a smirk, he blurted, “Ah, Mr. Larson graces us with his presence. Does he replace Mr. Nixon’s art tohis taste?”

Janet’s eyebrows knitted into a delicate frown, and she quickly stepped into the breach for herhusband. “Whether my husband appreciates these art pieces or not, surely, Mr. Lambert, is none ofyour concern.”

Clyde offered a placating smile, swiftly apologizing when he saw Janet’s rising ire, “Don’t take offense,Janet. I merely thought Mr. Nixon’s raw, primal style might not sit well with a hard-nosed businessman.No harm intended.”

Janet, rendered speechless by Clyde’s audacity, barely resisted rolling her eyes.

She clutched Brandon’s hand, ready to extricate themselves from the conversation.

As they began to retreat, Clyde leaped into their path, his tone dripping with arrogance. “Just a smallpiece of information, Miss White. I’ve had the pleasure of Mr. Nixon’s company thrice and maintain a

cordial relationship with him.

Later, I could introduce you. If he’s in good spirits, he might even provide some insight into your designconundrums.”

Brandon’s eyebrows, sharp as an artist’s chisel, arched upward, and a glimmer of contempt shone inhis penetrating gaze.

He deemed Clyde unworthy of his time. Cutting off the latter’s prattle mid- sentence, he guided Janettoward Nelson, who was hovering nearby.

Clyde, stung by the blatant snub, yearned to renew his mockery but was silenced as he watchedBrandon warmly greet Nelson while still holding Janet’s hand.

Observing their camaraderie, it was unmistakably clear they shared a close and amicable relationship.

The baffling bond between Nelson and a man like Brandon, whose understanding of design was aslimited as a fish’s understanding of flight, was something Clyde couldn’t wrap his head around. He hadpoured so much effort into currying favor with Nelson, and yet, Brandon had seemingly waltzed into anintimate relationship with him. Clyde was left, befuddled and frustrated.

His earlier grandstanding left a bitter taste in his mouth. Clyde wished he could evaporate, leavingnothing behind but a memory of his embarrassment.

Brandon, however, was indifferent to Clyde’s mental turmoil. He greeted Nelson with a respectful nodbefore turning to introduce Janet. “This is my better half,

Janet,” he declared, a proud glint in his eyes. “She’s the creative genius behind this ensemble I’msporting.”

Janet blinked, taken aback. The reality of her husband’s casual camaraderie with Nelson, a titan of theart world, had her reeling. Brandon, seizing the moment, raised his glass to Nelson, an impish grindancing on his lips. “Mr.

Nixon, what’s your take on my wife’s creations? Don’t they remind you of your early masterpieces?”

Janet’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. The idea of her work being likened to

Nelson’s was something she wouldn’t dare entertain, even in her wildest dreams.

She gave Brandon a sharp pinch, silently beseeching him to keep his wild notions to himself.

Yet, Nelson, having heard Brandon’s audacious question, took a moment to scrutinize the pair’s attire.Nodding in approval, he commented, “Your wife’s designs are an echo of my own earlier work-simple,elegant, and distinct. Should she continue honing her craft, I foresee her carving a unique niche in thedesign world, with a legacy that could rival my own.”

Hearing her role model’s praises, ninja novel Janet’s heart fluttered like a hummingbird. Her cheeksburned with joy, a stark contrast to the coolness she felt moments ago.

She’d imagined, at best, gaining a nugget of wisdom from Nelson. His high praise, however, was anunexpected accolade that made her head spin.

Having sung Janet’s praises, Nelson turned his attention to Brandon. With a playful shake of his head,he jested, “You fortunate scoundrel! To have wedded such a captivating, talented woman.”

Wrapping a protective arm around Janet, Brandon beamed back, “It’s my impeccable taste. I alwayspick the cream of the crop.” Feeling the heat nse in her cheeks, Janet demurred, “You flatter me toomuch, Mr. Nixon. I’m but a novice in the design world, with mountains yet to climb.”

Nelson laughed heartily, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Your humility is refreshing, I’ve alwaysbeen a straight shooter, and I only lavish praise where it’s due. Brandon better watch his step. If heever fails you, you know who to turn to for backup.”