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.

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

was even more

to the door of the private room: He walked past Ethan and bumped into his shoulder deliberately.He cast a sidelong glance at Ethan, his eyes

must feel good about yourself, having a group of thugs for friends.Just remember: you’re nothing but a poor, powerless loser.I swear I’ll make your life more miserable than it is

Ethan sneered.

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

he turned to the

into the car.She was covered in bloody wounds

a little

to press

and stared at the ceiling of the car listlessly.She seemed to be

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

their destination, Laney had passed out

Laney in her arms, Janet tried to clean her wounds.She glanced at Ethan and seemed

thing right now was for Laney

the time to

wheeled into the

his head and clicked his tongue as he walked out of

several times recently.You

with the bullshit.How is