My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

“Ethan, am I your all-around-nanny” Garrett continued whining over the phone.

“I only get paid for one person’s worth of labor, but I put in twice as much time”

“You want a raise? Wail, you don’t need money at all. What you really want is a vacation, don’t you?” How could Ethan not tell what Garrett was thinking? He was like an open book

Garrett raised his eyebrows and said, “Do you realize how long I’ve been working for you without having a proper vacation? Years!”

“Fine Once you finished the task I assigned to you, I’ll give you some time off.”

“Now we’re talking,” Garrett replied, obviously pleased with what Ethan said. But he had to be honest; the fire incident was really weird

“I’ll call you once I find out something.”

For starters, Garrett visited the other residents of the building Ethan lived in and asked around about the truck. It didn’t take long until he found some clues.

If the fire broke out during a snowy day, it wouldn’t have spread to the rooftop that fast and

told Ethan everything

theory about who had hired that truck driver. The man had once delivered seafood for clients who lived in high-end gated communities, and the Lester family was on

that he was just a delivery man and they didn’t

family.” The case was a little complicated. Although the clues seemed to

silent. Then he put down the documents he was holding and

that she would make a

wanted to get rid of Ethan ever since she first knew his existence. Ethan had been keeping a low profile through the years, so that Elissa wouldn’t feel threatened and

Elissa must have sensed something about him had changed and she was

behind this? Do you think they have found out how you are related to the Larson Group?” Garrett looked

idea what Ethan had been through during childhood, he didn’t know exactly what Elissa could

sure; Elissa won’t stop here. Sadly, we don’t have any conclusive evidence yet. And even if we do, it will be hard to put Elissa behind bars because of the Lester family’s

on his face, Garrett asked with doubt, “Do you mean that we should do nothing?

conceal his thoughts and feelings so well that no one could