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.

kids get along without his interference since he saw how happy she made them. Sean requested he check out the list of youngsters

employees, “Please show my wife around the welfare house. I’ll be

she gave 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 tour of the facility continued, “The charity plan has been in place since the formation of the Larson Group, and it has also financed kids older than the children here. After they graduate, they get to choose whether to work for the Larson Group, which is also known

laughing children playing on the playground and asked softly, “I recall

a look of grief, “Yes, Mr. Larson handled a great 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

in hand and distributed them to the

“Thank you, ma’am!”

really warmed up to Janet. They were thankful, and as soon as they got their hands

eyes bumped into those of a young kid in the playground’s corner at this very

arms. With a scowling expression on his face,

a hunch the young fellow

him. She handed him many sweets with a nice smile and inquired, “Do you have any pockets on you? There are a lot of candies. You can’t hold them

c*cked his head. Then, after a short pause, he questioned indignantly, “Why isn’t Miss Turner here? Who are you in the first

the attention of the surrounding