My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The night fell. Several towering buildings dotted the streets. Between two buildings stood a woman in a black windbreaker and red high heels. The enormous sunglasses seemed to conceal her face

Jocelyn tucked a strand of hair behind her ear,her cautious gaze still fixed on the cafe across the street

Janet was sitting at a table beside the French window in the cafe.

Jocelyn had a clear view of her from where she was standing The man had stopped Janet just as she was about to take a sip of the coffee Who the hell is he? Jocelyn grew anxious. She wanted to run over there and pour the coffee down .Janet's throat. Fortunately, the man left after a while. Janet ordered another cup of coffee and seemed to wait impatiently without drinking it. Jocelyn angrily stomped her foot.

She saw Janet take out her phone and called someone, probably Berre. Before leaving the house, Jocelyn had secretly taken Bernie’s phone with her, fearing that he might find out her pain. Since her calls went unanswered, Janet sighed and stood up to leave.

However, if she left now, Jocelyn’s plans would fail.She didn’t want to miss a great opportunity.

the cafe to stop

wanted to make sure Janet drank the coffee. The moment Janet stood up, she saw Jocelyn walking into

smile emerged on

the dark. Now that she pretended to take her bag and

to look both surprised and confused Jocelyn

asked me to meet you.He has been busy with work so be couldn’t

Janet’s shoulders and

despises you and your mom for the things you have done to me.Are you going to apologize to me on

the coffee as she glanced coldly at Jocelyn. Well, Dad has taught me a lesson.I’m