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

Mr. Larson. Please drive the car away the

words or he was purposely ignoring them, because he asked in a friendly manner, “This spot is very close to

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

offer made Clyde’s

Miss White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team you hired is not good at

mouth to complain some more,

want to talk to him anymore, so he waved

“Let’s go,” he said.

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

Larson! How dare you!” Clyde’s roar

Sean was parking by the studio. With sunflowers in his hand, Brandon got out of the car. A brightly lit space

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

and pounced

“You are here!”

wish you become the best designer in the world.” Brandon

“Thank you, honey!”

the flowers before giving him a big kiss on his

arms, Brandon feigned ignorance and asked, “Did anyone else

face immediately turned sour