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,

was 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

"You must feel good about yourself, having a group of thugs for friends.Just remember:

Ethan sneered.

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

turned to the others

was helped into the car.She was covered in bloody wounds but her

little longer.We’re almost at the

tried to press some tissues against

but her eyes were bloodshot.She didn’t respond to Janet and stared at the ceiling of the car listlessly.She seemed to be

long face, Ethan turned to the driver and said sternly, "Get

arrived at their destination, Laney had passed

tried to clean her wounds.She glanced at Ethan and

for Laney to

didn’t have the

Laney was wheeled into the ER in

Frank shook his head and clicked his tongue as he walked out

here several times recently.You must have

with the bullshit.How is