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 said softly, "Let’s

was even

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

about yourself, having a group of thugs for friends.Just remember: you’re nothing

Ethan sneered.

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

Ritchie, he turned to the others and

covered in bloody wounds but her face was

a little longer.We’re almost

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

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

a long face, Ethan turned to the driver and said

passed out in the car from too

wounds.She glanced at Ethan and seemed to want to

for Laney to get treatment as soon as

the time to

was wheeled into the ER

examination, Frank shook his head and clicked his tongue as

here several times recently.You must have really bad

the