My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

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The man touched the back of Janet's hand and shamelessly sniffed his fingers.

"Are you going to leave or not?"

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Janet was all alone, so she couldn't handle him.

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He smiled as if he had understood her concern.

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"Are you insane? I'm married! When my husband comes back, he will definitely beat the hell out of you for harassing me."

she was seething with rage.She was unfortunate to encounter such a situation when Ethan wasn't around.Her

flitted to the driver

also looked at her with lustful eyes as if she were a cheap product he could buy

that look on your face? Do you

his face as he

pristine, innocent look.His desire to sleep with her spiked up in

all the slutty women he had

to control himself anymore, the man

"Get out!"

up a high-heeled shoe from the cabinet

man covered his face

You bitch! How dare

bedroom.She locked the door, leaned back on

she could react, the door vibrated with a loud thud, followed

I get in! How dare

that her

probably found that he couldn't open the door, so he began to pry