The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire - Chapter 1569

Chapter 1569:

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Mandy’s steps faltered and her smoldering gaze focused on the bodyguard. ‘Are you implying that Brandon came without Janet?’ her voice held a dangerous tone, full of disbelief.

The bodyguard, remembering the unique characteristics of Brandon’s mysterious companion, confidently stated, ‘I assure you that the lady on Mr. Larson’s arm was clearly not Mrs. Larson.’

Mandy’s fiery spirit exploded. ‘That audacious Brandon!’ she was furious. ‘Despite all his proclamations of undying love for Janet, he dares to wander around town with another woman on his arm? And he thinks he can flaunt this treachery right under my nose?’

So engrossed in her fury, she felt her freshly manicured manicure dig into her palm. ‘Do you really think I am a bystander who will silently witness this affront?’

The bodyguard, familiar with Mandy’s jealous nature and tendency to act on impulse, implored her to reconsider. ‘Miss Hamilton,’ he stammered, ’Mr. Larson has immense influence with Barnes. Perhaps we should be more discreet for now?’

But Mandy angrily retorted vehemently, ‘Out of my way! No force on this Earth can dissuade me today.’

Her resolve hardened as she walked past the bodyguard. ‘Imagine Janet’s anguish at discovering such treachery! Someone in our world needs to defend her honour. And if not me, who will?’

With that fiery declaration, Mandy’s silhouette rounded the corner of the office, heading resolutely towards Brandon.

Mandy’s fierce entrance into the crowd was unmistakable; her irritation was palpable. She was so engrossed in her mission that she seemed almost oblivious to the greetings of her guests. She had a singular goal: to find Brandon.

Brandon, with his striking good looks and distinctive height, was not difficult to identify, especially with his arm around a stunning woman who bore an eerie resemblance to Janet. Their chemistry was evident: the subtle brush strokes of hair, the deep gaze they shared… it was all too familiar. Once upon a time, only Janet was the recipient of such gestures.

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However, just as Mandy plucked up the courage to confront them, her ever-vigilant bodyguard intervened with a touch of exasperation: ‘Miss Hamilton, if memory serves, you and Mrs. Larson never really saw eye to eye. Then why this sudden need to confront Mr. Larson on your behalf?’

Mandy shot him a withering look and replied, ‘Oh, please! This isn’t about Janet. This is about Brandon and that… that intruder who sullied my celebration!’

Freeing herself from the bodyguard’s grip, she adjusted her dress with a flourish and headed straight for Brandon and the mystery woman. Unbeknownst to Mandy, the so-called ‘intruder’ was engrossed in admiring the intricate designs of the dresses. But when Mandy’s fiery shadow fell upon her, she looked up, only to be met with a haughty and arrogant expression. Without missing a beat, Mandy sneered, ‘You seem quite captivated by these designs – are you thinking of buying them, or perhaps you wish to understand the genius behind them?’

At Mandy’s arrogance, with a pleasant smile, Janet innocently asked, ‘Are you the one in charge here?’

Mandy’s already thin patience was further exhausted. Not only was this woman bold enough to invade what was not hers, but she also had the gall to smile unapologetically. ‘Enough of the banter – what is it, a purchase or an idea from the design process?’

In Mandy’s opinion, a woman in that role could only be there for one reason: an indulgent shopping spree, courtesy of her male companion. And the intricacies of design? They would be far beyond her comprehension.

Her disdain wasn’t just reserved for the lady, however; she also cast a contemptuous glance in Brandon’s direction. Mandy was convinced that Brandon was a complete idiot. To think that he would forgo the company of someone as radiant and accomplished as Janet for a woman who, though undeniably beautiful, seemed empty.

Lost in the labyrinthine allure of the dresses, Janet remained blissfully unaware of Mandy’s growing storm of indignation. When she finally learned that Mandy was the force behind these designs, her enthusiasm overflowed. With childlike glee, she asked, ‘Oh, are you the brains behind this outfit? Could you share the inspiration behind the hem of this dress?’

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