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.”

Mr. Harding,” Laney replied in the same bland tone. She put down the documents in her hands and was just about to leave.

you find it so difficult to pronounce or remember, just call me Miss Garcia. If you keep calling me ‘woman’,

had always been a straightforward person. Perhaps it was because she had spent much of her time around men. She learned that when there was any conflict, the most effective way to deal with it was

have many hobbies but she was positively obsessed with exercising and fighting. There weren’t many people in

and having attended a two-hour meeting with the senior executives at midday,

gym to ease the muscle tension. He changed into his gym attire and walked in. The

when her fists made contact with the punching bag. He thought that not even a tall, strong man could be sure to win a fight against her. He had practiced

watched Laney practicing, he wondered who would

enter the gym in his black sportswear and look her up at