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 softly, "Let’s go

even more

the Ethan he knew? How dare he disrespect him like this? Ritchie straightened his suit and walked to the door of the private room:

his teeth, Ritchie said, "You must feel good about yourself, having a group of thugs for friends.Just remember: you’re

Ethan sneered.

cap, his eyes flashed coldly.He had one

to the others and said, "Let’s

bloody wounds but her

little longer.We’re almost at the

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

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

turned to the driver and said sternly, "Get to Frank’s

Laney had passed

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

most important thing right now was for Laney to get treatment

didn’t have the time to question

into the

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

times recently.You must have really

the bullshit.How is