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

even more

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

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

Ethan sneered.

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

turned to the others and said, "Let’s

in bloody wounds but her face was

a little longer.We’re almost at

her eyes, Janet quickly tried to press some tissues against Laney’s wounds

respond to Janet and stared at the ceiling of the car listlessly.She seemed to be in excruciating pain.She winced and frowned, her body

and

destination, Laney had passed out in the

glanced at Ethan and seemed to want to say something but

was for Laney to get treatment as

the time to question

wheeled into the ER

Frank shook his head and clicked his tongue as he

recently.You must have really

with the bullshit.How