My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

“What? I know nothing about it! Don’t involve me!” Ritchie protested.

“How dare you talk back to me?!” Patrick was so angry that he slapped Ritchie across the face.

“I’ve spent a fortune for you to study abroad. And this is the thanks I get?” This was the second beating Ritchie had received today. He was a grown man and felt utterly humiliated.

“Damn it! Damn you! I already told you that I have nothing to do with it! It’s all mom’s fault!” Ritchie couldn’t hold himself back anymore and spat on the ground angrily.

“You sent me abroad because you were afraid that I would end up in some shitty community college and disgrace the whole family! You think I don’t know that? You’ve always been ashamed of me! You’ve always thought that Seth and Ethan were way better than me! You’ve always wanted to beat me up, right, Patrick Lester?”

all his pent up feelings over the years. Patrick stomped his foot angrily. He hated it when people tried to go against him. In his eyes, Ritchie was just trying to piss him off.

that his face turned as red as a tomato. He looked around the room until his eyes fell on a mop. He grabbed it and raised it above

He jumped up

me! He’s trying to kill me!” Ritchie hid behind Elissa like a little

Patrick’s advances. She roared irritably, “Patrick Lester! What the hell are you trying to do? Do you want to break up

living room suddenly rang. Amidst the chaos, the boldest

“Hello, Lester residence. You want to speak with Mr. Lester? I’m afraid he’s…

glanced at Patrick, who was about to hit Ritchie with the mop. The caller seemed persistent so she handed over the

it’s your assistant.” Patrick was in a fit of rage. He snatched