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?”

foot angrily. He hated it when people tried to go against him. In his

He was so angry that his face turned as red as a tomato. He looked around the room

up and

to kill me!” Ritchie hid behind

teeth and dodged Patrick’s advances. She roared irritably, “Patrick Lester! What the hell are you trying

was about to swing the mop, the phone in the living room suddenly rang. Amidst

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

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