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.

he took Janet’s hand and said softly,

was even

this really the Ethan he knew? How dare he disrespect 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

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

Ethan sneered.

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

he turned to the

into the car.She was covered in bloody wounds but her face was

little longer.We’re

tried to press some tissues against Laney’s wounds to stop the

were 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 pain.She winced and

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

they arrived at their destination, Laney had passed out in the car from too much blood

at Ethan and seemed to want to say

important thing right now was for

didn’t have the time to

into

clicked his tongue

been here several times recently.You must

with the bullshit.How is