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 a

none of your business, Mr. Larson. Please drive the car

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

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

made Clyde’s

I heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team you hired is not good at it. The power suddenly turned off.” Raising his eyebrows, Brandon

already opened his mouth to complain some more, but Brandon had enough fun

him anymore, so he waved his

“Let’s go,” he said.

as the Maybach drove away. The exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If a car

Clyde’s roar echoed in

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

walking towards her with a bouquet of flowers in

smiled and

“You are here!”

designer in the world.” Brandon held the flowers up and presented them to

“Thank you, honey!”

him a

leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned ignorance and

face immediately turned sour