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 more

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

teeth, Ritchie said, "You 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

Ethan sneered.

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

the others and said, "Let’s

helped into the car.She was covered in bloody

on a little longer.We’re almost at

press

were colorless, but her eyes were bloodshot.She didn’t respond to Janet and stared at the ceiling of the

and said sternly, "Get to Frank’s as fast as

destination, Laney had passed out in the car from too

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

important thing right now was for Laney to get treatment as

have the time to

Laney was wheeled into

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

times recently.You must have really

with the bullshit.How is