My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

It was not until Janet was heading to work the next day that she accidentally saw on the news that the coach from the club had been in a car accident and had turned into a vegetable. She immediately gave Ethan a call. Since she came here to Barnes, bad things kept on happening around her one after another.

“Why in the world did she suddenly become a vegetable? She was perfectly fine a few days ago when I last saw her. Ethan, should I head to church and pray for better luck?” “What on earth are you talking about? Stop being superstitious, honey.” Ethan playfully teased her.

Sometimes humans were more terrible than ghosts. In Ethan’s eyes, someone made this happen. Perhaps he had been onto something and whoever had been behind wanted to get rid of all evidence by turning the coach into a vegetable. Now that the coach was in a coma, she couldn’t tell anyone anything right now. There was no way Ethan could find out anything else now that the clue was cut off here.

“Unexpected things do happen all the time, which is why people turn to superstition,” Janet went on to argue. Ethan couldn’t refute what she said. He suddenly burst out laughing and said, “Well, I know that I can give you some comfort in bed tonight. You know, just to make you relax some more.”

On the other side of the phone, Janet’s face flushed red. She snorted and immediately disconnected the call.

“What a silly girl,” said Ethan in a

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behind work. After she went back to work, the Milan Fashion Week was on everyone’s lips. Small-time designers like Janet weren’t qualified to participate in Milan Fashion Week normally. Among the four major fashion

the fashion industry would actually make an appearance here at the Milan Fashion Week. It was an international event and one of the most important events in the entire industry. Milan Fashion Week had always led the fashion and design industry and people looked at it to gauge

Rosa said to her in an excited voice, “You were in the hospital. I guess you don’t know about it yet. Mr. Wesley was invited to Milan Fashion Week and he’s going to take an assistant with

hadn’t been here for a long time, it couldn’t be her. With a smile on her face, she said to Rosa, “That will be either you

waved her hand around and smiled. “I guess it’s going to be Elizabeth. Her designs fit the Milan Fashion

likely be chosen to go to the

assignments by today.” Janet was shocked to hear that. How could she