My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet turned around and saw who it was.

Jocelyn was standing beside her.She looked apologetic, but it somehow seemed exaggerated as she fought a complacent smile.

"Oh, I’m sorry.A waiter bumped against me now."

She clamped her mouth with one hand and held the glass with the other, pretending to feel sorry for her.Her apology didn’t seem sincere, for her every word dripped with contempt.

"I didn’t mean it."

Janet tugged at her wet dress that was clinging to her legs.

The sweet scent of roses from the wine wafted in the air.

Janet immediately moved back from Jocelyn and glared at her.

"You did it on purpose! You didn’t have an invitation, right? How did you get in?" Jocelyn smirked at her.

"Of course, I walked in.I have my ways.I can get into parties even without the invitation."

and raked her eyes across Janet back

about I compensate for it? How much is this

out three hundred dollar bills from

the price.You don’t have to thank

glass and stood up,

tried wiping the stain from Janet’s dress, which was

at Jocelyn as if he

between her and me.Please don’t get involved

tissues from his hand, trying to calm him down.She feared

her dress indeed wasn’t

already figured that

a poor woman like Janet afford an expensive dress? She didn’t even have decent clothes to wear

all, she struggled to make

money on the floor and

here wearing a cheap dress? Don’t you have money to even afford a decent dress, or are you too stingy to spend money on it? You are indeed just a bumpkin that hasn’t seen the

the money that Jocelyn had thrown