My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet didn’t answer her.

Instead, she calmly opened the envelope, pulled out the invitation, and held it up in between her slender fingers

"Here.See for yourself."

To Jocelyn’s surprise, her name was on the invitation.

"What the hell?! How can this be—?!"

How did Janet get an invitation in her name? Jocelyn was shocked and green with envy.

Janet had married Ethan under her name.

Of course it was Jocelyn’s name on the invitation.

But the question still stood: how did Janet get an invitation to such an important occasion? Yes, she was an employee of the Larson Group, but she was a newbie and held no special position.

How could a new employee be qualified to attend such a dinner party? Exasperated and at a loss, Jocelyn could do nothing but look at Janet in disbelief.

Janet looked back at Jocelyn calmly.

"There.Satisfied? We’ll go inside now."

Jocelyn watched in silent rage as Janet and Ethan walked inside the venue.

so angry that she stomped

of heels Clacking echoed across the hotel

sneered, "Why are you still here? Did you want to

smugly.She gave Jocelyn a taste of

eyes were raging with anger.She glared at Janet murderously, as though she would attack Janet at

but Jocelyn was still standing outside, the cold wind blowing at her.She couldn’t

needed to get inside

streamed into the

limousine slowly pulled to a stop outside

supported by a female companion in her twenties.It looked like a little kind-hearted girl was helping her

"Mr.Sherman, you’re here!"

her face, Jocelyn sauntered over to the elderly businessman.He had tried to

her hopes on him

"Jocelyn!"

he saw who had called his name.Then

give you my number last time? Why didn’t you call

spoke, his eyes roamed over

she still had a chance, Jocelyn walked to his side and slipped her arm into

wanted to call

cared that she was lying. The man smiled knowingly and put his wrinkled hand on Jocelyn’s waist.He had been interested in Jocelyn ever since the beginning.His gaze landed on her bulging cleavage, lust filling his

you

give me her invitation, but

her lower lip, batting her eyelashes at the old man