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.

hand and

was 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 cast

his teeth, Ritchie said, "You must feel good about yourself, having a group of thugs for friends.Just remember: you’re nothing but a

Ethan sneered.

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

the others and said, "Let’s

the car.She was covered in bloody wounds but her

a little longer.We’re almost at

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

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

and said sternly, "Get

passed out in the

glanced at

thing right now was for Laney to get

didn’t have the time to question

Laney was wheeled into the ER

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

several times recently.You must have really bad

the bullshit.How is