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?"

Janet began to panic as she couldn't drive him away.She wanted to close the door, but the man had already squeezed himself into the house.

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

Seeing that Janet was anxious, the man lowered his voice.

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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."

rage.She was unfortunate to encounter such a

the

with lustful eyes as if she were a cheap product he could

your face? Do

obscene smile emerged on his face as he stared at

Janet's pristine, innocent look.His desire to sleep

the slutty women he had met

anymore, the man pounced

"Get out!"

up a high-heeled shoe from the cabinet and flung it at

his face and

How dare

his distraction to her advantage and ran into her bedroom.She locked the door, leaned back on

a loud thud, followed by a string of

I'll teach you a lesson when I get in!

was so terrified that her body froze, and she

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