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

to the door of the private room: He

"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.

of his cap, his eyes flashed coldly.He had

Ritchie, he turned to the others

was covered in bloody wounds but

just hold on a little longer.We’re almost

quickly tried to press some tissues against Laney’s wounds

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 frowned, her body trembling

Ethan turned to the driver and said sternly, "Get

passed out

in her arms, Janet tried to clean her wounds.She glanced at Ethan and seemed to want to say something but stopped on

for Laney

have the

wheeled into the ER in

Frank shook his head and clicked

here several times recently.You must have really bad luck,

the