My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

“Mr. Larson, we’ll get this project, I guarantee it. You’re such a visionary for coming to Barnes for development. Your suggestion at the meeting just now was revolutionary!”

As the shareholders filed out of the meeting room, they kept flattering Ethan.

Ethan smiled courteously but said nothing. He got his private phone back from the assistant and checked it for messages.

The next second, his expression darkened.

“Why didn’t you tell me someone had sent me a message?” he asked his assistant in a low voice.

The assistant was so frightened that he stammered, “Well, Mr. Larson, you never check your phone during such significant meetings. You told me never to bother you with texts or calls.”

meeting just now exchanged glances when they saw Ethan’s dramatic change in disposition. What could’ve happened? Did stock prices plummet? Ethan tried dialing

“Move tonight’s meeting to tomorrow.” With an icy cold expression, Ethan grabbed his suit jacket and stormed out of the building. Almost every single time he left Janet alone, something bad happened

was an adult for crying out loud. Why couldn’t she take care of herself? Skydiving was

club Janet had gone to, so he asked the driver to head to the northern Suburbs first. Most parachute clubs

Barnes were located there.

forehead on his hand. He blamed himself for not reading the message in time. If he had seen it earlier, he wouldn’t have allowed Janet to go. Two hours had passed since Janet texted him. Ethan tried calling her again, but to no avail. Just as he was about to give up, the call suddenly connected and he heard a woman crying on the other end of

Where’s Janet?” Ethan narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He could instantly tell that this voice

woman said in between sobs. Her pitiful crying only annoyed Ethan. “Give the phone to Janet,” he said

Lila was too choked with sobs to complete a single

so scared…” Ethan’s patience soon wore thin. He raised

in Lila’s heart. She promptly stopped crying and said, “Janet… Her parachute malfunctioned. Oh, my God! I don’t know what to do… I just…”