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.

the fire broke out during a snowy day,

told Ethan everything he

lived in

just a delivery man and they didn’t

fire incident to the Lester family.” The case was a little complicated. Although the clues seemed to lead to the Lester family, it was not

moment, Ethan fell silent. Then he put down the documents he was holding and looked ahead, expressionless. Garrett

liked this kind of dirty trick. I have long expected that she would make a move since the day we came back

Ethan had been keeping a low profile

birthday party last time, Elissa must have sensed something about him had changed and she was all vigilant

think they have found out how you are related to the Larson

had been through during childhood, he didn’t know exactly what Elissa could do to the

one thing is for sure; Elissa won’t stop here. Sadly, we don’t have any conclusive evidence yet. And

on the bed with an indifferent look on his face, Garrett asked with doubt, “Do you mean that we should do nothing? This isn’t

conceal his thoughts and feelings so well