My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Ritchie took a few steps back in shock.

Exasperated, he looked at his men, who were all knocked down to the ground and groaning in pain.

"Where did you hire them?" he asked in disbelief.

Ethan’s voice was as cold as ice.

"They’re my friends."

"Your friends? Ha! They must be jobless losers just like you."

Although Ritchie was a little scared and flustered, he refused to show it.

He stared at Ethan’s "friends" condescendingly.

Ethan was a loser after all.It made sense that his friends were all thugs.

Ethan didn’t answer.

Instead, he asked the man behind him to take care of Laney.

and said softly, "Let’s go

even

really the Ethan he knew? How dare he disrespect him like this? Ritchie straightened his suit and walked to the door of the private room: He walked past Ethan and bumped into his shoulder deliberately.He cast

his teeth, Ritchie said, "You must feel good about yourself, having a group of thugs for friends.Just remember: you’re

Ethan sneered.

flashed coldly.He had one hand in his

turned to the others and said, "Let’s

helped into the car.She was covered in bloody

hold on a little longer.We’re almost

press some tissues against Laney’s wounds to stop

bloodshot.She didn’t respond to Janet and stared at the ceiling of the car listlessly.She seemed to

turned to the driver and said sternly, "Get to Frank’s as

arrived at their destination, Laney had passed

tried to clean her wounds.She glanced at Ethan and seemed to want to say something but stopped

was for Laney to get treatment

the time to

wheeled into the

his head and clicked his tongue

been here several times recently.You must

with the bullshit.How