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.

he put on a fake

business, Mr. Larson. Please drive the car away the soonest you can. I

ignoring them, because he asked in a friendly manner, “This spot is very close

you perhaps want to visit Janet’s studio, Mr.

offer made

White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team you hired is not good at it. The power suddenly turned

Oh, how unfortunate!” Clyde had already opened his mouth to

talk to him anymore, so

“Let’s go,” he said.

“whoosh” cut the air as the Maybach drove away. The exhaust sprayed on

you!” Clyde’s roar echoed in the

car. A

and saw him walking towards her with a bouquet of

and

“You are here!”

the best designer in the

“Thank you, honey!”

before giving him

in his arms, Brandon

immediately turned sour at the mention of