My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Sensing the tension in the air, Ethan stood up, picked up the documents on the table and left immediately

“You guys talk,” he said as he walked out.

There was a helpless look on Garrett’s gentle, strikingly handsome face. it was only when Ethan left that Garrett took his glasses off the bridge of his nose. He held his aching head and looked at Laney.

“Anyway, this was just part of the disguise. I have spared a room for you here, you can do as you please in there. There is also a gym at the company. Just don’t stir up any trouble for me.”

Laney nodded politely. She didn’t like Garrett in the least bit and thought he was just a superficial man who enjoyed judging people by their appearance. She said in a plain tone, “Don’t worry. I won’t disturb you.”

Garrett didn’t even want to look at her any longer or be bothered by her mere presence. He waved her out and said, “Alright, you can leave now.”

bland tone. She put down the

is Laney, Laney Garcia. If you find it so difficult to pronounce or remember, just call me Miss Garcia. If you keep calling me

that when there was any conflict, the most effective way to deal with

the day in the gym. She didn’t have many hobbies but she was positively obsessed with exercising and

entire morning and having attended a two-hour meeting with the senior executives at midday, Garrett’s entire body felt sore all

gym attire and walked in. The first thing he saw was Laney punching a sandbag in the corner, her wrists wrapped in white

tell how strong Laney was from the sound he heard when her fists made contact with the

he watched Laney practicing, he wondered who would be

the reflection of the mirror, she saw Garrett enter