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

Laney, Laney Garcia. If you find it so difficult to pronounce or remember, just call

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 to put up a fight.

hobbies but she was positively obsessed with exercising and fighting. There weren’t many people in the gym during work hours, so she ran a full ten miles on

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

tension. He changed into his gym attire and walked in. The first thing he saw was Laney punching a sandbag in the

in from the brute force. Garrett could tell how strong Laney was from the sound he heard when her fists made contact with the punching bag. He thought that not even a tall, strong man

wondered who would be able to

the reflection of the mirror, she saw Garrett enter the gym in his black sportswear