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.

Janet’s hand and said softly, "Let’s go

even

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

group of thugs for friends.Just remember: you’re nothing but a poor,

Ethan sneered.

his eyes flashed coldly.He had one hand in his pocket while the

turned to the others and

in bloody wounds but her face

a little longer.We’re almost at the

in her eyes, Janet quickly tried to press some tissues against

at the ceiling of the car

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

Laney had passed out in the car from

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

now was for Laney

have the time to

Laney was wheeled into the ER

thorough examination, Frank shook his head and clicked his tongue as he walked out of the

recently.You must have really bad

the bullshit.How