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.

and said

was even

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

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 more

Ethan sneered.

coldly.He had

the others and

the car.She was covered in bloody wounds but her

on a little longer.We’re almost

eyes, Janet quickly tried to press some

respond to Janet and stared at the

and said

passed out in the car from too much blood

Laney in her arms, Janet tried to clean her wounds.She glanced at Ethan and seemed to want to say something but stopped on

important thing right now was for Laney to get treatment as soon as

have the

Laney was wheeled into the ER in

head and clicked

times recently.You must have really bad luck,

the bullshit.How