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.”

down the documents in her hands and was just about to leave.

Garcia. If you find it so difficult to pronounce or remember, just call me Miss Garcia. If you keep calling me ‘woman’, I will mistakenly think that you are being disrespectful to me and I might

any conflict, the most effective way to

but she was positively obsessed with exercising and

a two-hour meeting with the senior

walked in. The first

like she couldn’t hurt a fly, when she hit the punching bag, it sank in from the brute force. Garrett could tell how strong Laney was from the sound he heard when her fists made contact with the

who would

eyes. In the reflection of the mirror, she saw Garrett enter the gym