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

walked to the door of the private room:

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 miserable than

Ethan sneered.

coldly.He had one hand

Ritchie, he turned to the others and

in bloody wounds

hold on a little longer.We’re almost at the

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

to Janet and stared at the ceiling of the car listlessly.She seemed to be in

face, Ethan turned to the driver and said sternly,

destination, Laney had passed out in the car from too much

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

right now was for Laney to get treatment as soon

the time to

Laney was wheeled into the

examination, Frank shook his head and clicked his

been here several times recently.You

with the bullshit.How is