My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet‘s eyebrows shot up in wonder and she looked at Laney‘s ears closely.She hadn‘t noticed it before, but now that she looked at it, Laney‘s ears did look like that of an elf‘s.

Laney covered her ears and blushed.

"Who are you? It‘s rude to shout, you know," she said with a frown.

It had been a long time since someone pointed out her elf ears.

The young man was grinning from ear to ear, baring his pearly whites.He raised his hand to part the short hair on his forehead and pointed at the nearly invisible scar above his eyebrows.

"It‘s me, Greg! Greg Torres! Don‘t you remember me? We often fought when we were children.This is the ‘souvenir‘ you gave me."

Staring at the scar, Laney gradually recalled the past.

"Greg? You were so small and skinny back then, but now you‘re so tall that I didn‘t even recognize you! What brings you here?"

Laney‘s parents had died when she was still a child.She was often bullied back then, and she eventually learned how to fight back to defend herself.

Fast forward to the present, she had turned her fighting skills into a career and became a hit woman.

her.He was the one who

all the children who had

they

had always been impressed with her ever since she had

hometown and pursued a career

back of his head and

we were still kids when you left.I

Laney punched him on

like you‘ve been working out,

Laney did not

to cushion the blow somewhat.He rubbed the sore spot on his arm

spar sometime," Laney suggested confidently,

what she

stunned for a few

about we find a place to catch up? It‘s been years since we last saw

Janet and asked, "Janet, what