My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Clyde was just about to get in the car when a black Maybach stopped behind him all of a_ sudden, effectively blocking his way.

Frowning, he asked, “What’s your deal? Can’t you see I will have to reverse the car later? How will I move my car if you’re there?”

Even in the car, Brandon could hear the resentment oozing from Clyde’s voice.

He slowly rolled down the window, flashing an evil smile.

“Hello, Mr. Lambert.”

At the sight of Brandon, Clyde’s coffee-stained face suddenly stiffened.

“Mr… Mr. Larson?”

He didn’t expect to meet Brandon right now.

Especially not during his most awkward situation! Brandon was the last person he wanted to meet at this time! Brandon studied Clyde from head to toe before asking with a teasing smile.

“What happened to you, Mr. Lambert? Did someone throw coffee in your face?”

A grim expression settled on Clyde’s face.

put on a

Please drive the car away the soonest you can. I need space

meaning of his words or he was purposely ignoring them, because he asked in a friendly manner, “This spot

to visit Janet’s studio, Mr. Lambert? Let

made Clyde’s

that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio.

unfortunate!” Clyde had already opened his mouth to complain some more, but Brandon had

want to talk to him anymore, so he

“Let’s go,” he said.

The exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If a car could be arrogant, it was definitely

dare you!” Clyde’s roar

car. A brightly lit space welcomed

sensed Brandon’s presence and saw him walking towards her with a bouquet of flowers

smiled and pounced

“You are here!”

the world.” Brandon held

“Thank you, honey!”

him a big kiss

Clyde was, leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned ignorance

immediately turned sour at the mention