My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 923 I Do Not Want Your Candies

Janet paused and glared bitterly at the reporters, saying, “I’ve already responded. This is a rumor. I have no particular relationship with Draco Wesley!”

Brandon stated indifferently, “My wife and I are on fine terms, and I appreciate your concerns.”

Despite his friendly smile, the reporters were still intimidated by his presence. They exchanged looks and stopped asking questions.

Brandon walked into the welfare house with Janet, hands together. Reporters were there throughout the process, documenting it with photographs and videos as it was a Larson Group project for the benefit of the public.

It was clear that Brandon had made a lot of friends among the kids at the welfare house. Upon spotting him, they raced over to enthusiastically greet him.

Many kids were coming up to Janet as well, she noticed. The youngsters were chubby-faced and were both tall and short. They could easily mesmerize anyone!

“Hello.” Janet spoke with an unintentional lilt to her voice. She squatted and gave the kids the chocolates that Sean had brought. “How about some chocolate?” “Yes, lady.” The kids all answered with wide smiles on their faces.

let Janet and the kids get along without his interference since he saw how happy she made them. Sean requested he check out the list of youngsters who received financial assistance this

“Please show my wife around the welfare house.

the chocolates to the youngsters. “The entire area of the welfare home, including the football field, is 1, 000 square meters, and they were all sponsored by the Larson Group.” The staff member who led Janet on a

asked softly, “I recall that it was Charis who was

deal of the work himself following Miss Turner’s death, and all of the children here adore him.” In actuality, Janet was aware of these facts. Brandon gave off an air of apathy, although he had a rather big heart. Yet he refrained from displaying it in her

the candies in hand and distributed them to the

“Thank you, ma’am!”

They were thankful, and as soon as they got their hands on the candies, they ran back to

of a young kid in the playground’s corner

arms. With a scowling

had a hunch the young

and inquired, “Do you have

gave a snort and c*cked his head. Then, after a short pause, he

child’s loud voice quickly drew the attention of the surrounding youngsters who were