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."

raked her eyes across Janet back to

I compensate for it? How much is

took out three hundred dollar bills from her handbag and threw

three times the

the glass and stood up, his

and tried wiping the stain

he glared at Jocelyn as if he wanted

me.Please don’t get

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

her dress indeed wasn’t

had perhaps already

expensive dress? She didn’t even have decent clothes to

she struggled to make ends

the money on the

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 world.You should feel ashamed of yourself for attending such a

Jocelyn had thrown