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."

crossed her arms over her chest and raked her eyes across Janet back

your dress.How about I compensate for it? How much

bills from her handbag and

compensate you three times the

the glass and stood up, his face

wiping the stain

at Jocelyn as if he wanted

me.Please don’t get involved in

the coldness emanating from him.She quickly grabbed the tissues from his hand, trying to calm him down.She feared

her dress indeed wasn’t

had perhaps already figured that

poor woman like Janet afford an expensive dress? She didn’t even

all, she struggled

money on

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

ignored the money that Jocelyn had thrown on