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,

was even

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

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 it is

Ethan sneered.

of his cap, his eyes flashed coldly.He had one hand in his

he turned to the others and said,

bloody wounds

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

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

stared at the ceiling

long face, Ethan turned to the driver and said sternly, "Get

Laney had passed out

wounds.She glanced at Ethan and seemed

for Laney to get treatment as

have the time

Laney was wheeled into the ER in

his head and clicked his tongue as he walked

here several times recently.You must have really

with the bullshit.How is