My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Carrett looked around the empty basement parking lot and saw nothing unusual, other than the neatly parked cars. Moreover, he hadn’t heard anything.

“Laney, it’s not funny. Don’t joke like that.” Garrett’s eyes darted all over the place and he took two steps closer to

Laney. Laney didn’t want to waste her breath talking to him. While keenly observing her surroundings, she dragged him to an empty parking space.

Although Garrett didn’t see anything strange, he obediently followed Laney and allowed her to pull him to the rear.

“I don’t have time to joke around. We’d better leave as soon as possible. Maybe it’s the Lester family’s thugs.” Laney had been a professional bodyguard since she was sixteen years old. She had grown sensitive to her surroundings. Nothing could escape her. While she was talking with Garrett just now, she caught a glimpse of a furtive figure in the reflection of the wide-angle mirror.

she doubted he was alone. She had just been discharged from the hospital

this, Laney told Garrett, “Call your assistant and tell him that

jumped out from behind a car. With a fruit knife in

and you’re coming with me!” she screamed like a rabid dog and swung

immediately pushed Garrett out of

that woman. Garrett was stuck in a trance and wasn’t able to react in time. The woman had closed the distance between them in the blink of an

run in front of him. She caught the woman’s wrist with one hand, while the other tried to grab the fruit

bitch! This is between me and that son of a bitch!” the woman shouted. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes were