My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

A bodyguard opened the car door. After waiting for Janet to get into the car, Ritchie got in and sat next to her

Jonot looked out the window uneasily. She could feel Ritchie’s intense gaze burning a hole on the back of her head.

Just to be safe, Janet secretly texted Ethan, telling him that Ritchie had come to her. Minutes had passed and her phone still didn’t buzz. Perhaps Ethan was busy.

Janet put away her cell phone and sat up straight. She was used to this. After all, Ethan was probably busy unloading goods in the convenience store. Ritchie’s eyes wandered over Janet’s body and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

“Are you texting Ethan? My dear sister-in-law, there’s no need to be nervous. It’s just a simple meal between family members.”

Janet looked up at Ritchie. Only then did she realize that there was some resemblance between him and Ethan.

“No. I was just wondering if my friend has got home safely,” Janet said with a gentle yet alienating smile.

car stopped at a restaurant famous for its black truffle dishes in Seacisco. The waiter

“Mr. Lester.”

be more powerful than she had thought. Perhaps they were even

kind of treatment. After entering the private

to be polite anymore when it was just him and Janet left in the

Ritchie looked

lit earlier, so only now did Ritchie get a clear look

wasn’t as beautiful as a fairy, but her skin was smooth and flawless. Overall, she looked clean and comfortable, but there was a certain tenacity in

women in his lifetime, but he usually didn’t bother to waste time on them.

and powerful that women tended to pounce at any chance to be with him. Janet wasn’t his type,

felt very uncomfortable under

the overflowing cup to her then refilled his own