My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

After finishing the entire bottle of liquor, Laney was totally plastered. She couldn‘t support herself and had to lean over the bar counter, muttering drunken gibberish.

“I don‘t need a man. I have friends. That‘s more than enough. Isn‘t it good to be single and free? Why would I want a man?” Listening to her drunken ramblings, Janet didn‘t know how to respond. She carefully draped a coat over Laney‘s shoulders and patted her on the back. Then she caught a glimpse of the man sitting in a booth near them.

The dim light in the bar illuminated Garrett‘s face, exposing the complex emotions in his eyes. He was looking at Laney in pensive silence. After hesitating slightly, Janet nodded at Garrett in greeting. She had no idea he had followed Laney there. 1 Laney suddenly reached out and tugged Janet‘s sleeve.

“Hey, why‘d you stop? Let’s have another round. Didn‘t you say you‘d get hammered with me?”

“Okay, okay. Let‘s drink.” Janet turned around and continued to pour whiskey for Laney as if she hadn‘t seen Garrett. Perhaps Laney had sensed Janet’s hesitation. She craned her neck and turned to look in the direction Janet was facing just now.

“What were you looking at just now? Did you see a hot guy? I want to see him, too!”

wasn‘t looking at anything. Come on, let‘s drink,” Janet said quickly, wanting to stop her. But she was too late. Laney had already seen

were pretty bland–looking, or maybe

gaze. She staggered to her feet, picked up

go.” However, before they could leave, Garrett suddenly reached for Laney‘s

Laney pushed him away. Her legs were a little

still offer me a ride? What do you expect to happen, huh?” Janet hurried to Laney‘s side and shook her head

now. Don‘t worry. I’ll take her home.” Garrett didn‘t try to insist. Janet hailed a taxi and then helped Laney

something incoherent. Janet was worried about Laney. After tucking her in, she texted Ethan, telling him that she

with a splitting headache. Her grumpy expression, coupled with