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.

happy she made them. Sean requested he check out the list of youngsters who received

my wife around the welfare house.

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,

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

stated with 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,

down with the candies in hand

“Thank you, ma’am!”

kids really warmed up to Janet. They were thankful, and as

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

was dressed in a blue coat, was carrying a ball in his arms. With a scowling expression on his face, he looked in Janet’s direction but didn’t approach to ask

a hunch the young

handful to him. She handed him many sweets with a nice smile and inquired,

he questioned indignantly, “Why isn’t Miss Turner here? Who are you

attention of the surrounding