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.

on

drive the car away the soonest you

he was purposely ignoring them, because he asked in a friendly manner, “This

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

offer made Clyde’s expression

heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team you hired

how unfortunate!” Clyde had already opened his mouth to complain some more, but Brandon had enough fun for the

anymore, so he waved

“Let’s go,” he said.

away. The exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If

you!” Clyde’s roar echoed in the

in his hand, Brandon got out of the car. A brightly lit space welcomed him

presence and saw him walking towards

and

“You are here!”

best designer in the world.” Brandon held

“Thank you, honey!”

flowers before giving him

leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned ignorance and

immediately turned sour at the mention