My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The smile on Emani’s face hadn’t disappeared in the slightest bit.

She was even imagining how she would receive the prize for best actress of the year at an International Film Festival.

"What happened? Calm down." Emani said, as she casually lay across the bed.

"Why are you still lying there?! Get up and put on your clothes.Are you aware that the company has already started an emergency PR meeting?"

The agent’s face turned bright crimson with rage.

She pulled Emani to sit up in the bed and with a roar, she said, "Why are you so dumb? Why couldn’t you just sleep at night, like a normal person? Why did you have to post that comment and cause trouble for everyone?"

"What are you going on about?"

Emani enquired with utter confusion, "What’s going on? I did post a tweet just now, but it was a great one, wasn’t it? The fans are angrier at that bitch than ever now."

agent was pacing

be able to see what you were trying to do, but Kirby Wilde, that paparazzo, was somehow irked by what you had posted.In response, he’s been posting all the bad news about you and they’ve

the covers off herself and

"Let me see!"

to behave yourself.Why can’t you be more sensible? You have executed a myriad of atrocious deed and

hurriedly clicked on Kirby’s post to

specifically pointed out Emani’s intention in posting what she had

implied that Emani had probably devised

the fact that Emani had been sleeping with men to secure roles in plays, as

were other extensive

even pictures and

his hands

so flustered that her

their knees.If he resolves to take someone down,