My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Twenty minutes ago.

The Larson Group executives were in a conference with another high-profile company.

Ethan’s phone had been vibrating for quite a while, but he chose to ignore it the first couple of times.

When the phone buzzed again and he finally glanced at the caller ID, his frown relaxed.

He raised a hand to signal a halt to the meeting.

"I’m sorry, but I need to take this call,"

he said, proceeding to answer his phone without waiting for the other men’s response.

As Ethan listened to Janet’s words, his face slowly darkened.

His body grew tense, and a heavy pressure was palpable in the air.

Garrett turned to Ethan and noted how tight his grip was on his phone, as well as the slight tremor of his hand.

"What happened?" Garrett asked as soon as Ethan hung up.

But the latter barely acknowledged him.

will have to be

up and walked

each other, dumbfounded, but none

after Ethan and

and took

out all our helicopters to look for a maple forest in the periphery of

no further explanation.He nodded and rushed to do as he

hovered over the city,

the machines, siting with back ramrod straight and his eyes straight

barely keeping

the radio crackled, and Garrett’s voice came through

a maple forest just outside the main highway into

breath and instructed his

seconds to make a turn, and then it

slapped and then running for a long time, Janet

up at the sky in despair, and thought she heard the distant

I’m gonna fuck your brains out," the driver said with an evil grin

undid his belt, took it off, and used it to tie

pulled him by the shoulder and sent him falling on his

disoriented, the man had to blink

finally cleared, he found himself surrounded