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

the car away the soonest you can. I need

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

visit Janet’s studio, Mr.

made Clyde’s expression

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

mouth to complain some more, but Brandon had

to talk to him anymore, so

“Let’s go,” he said.

“whoosh” cut the air as the Maybach drove away. The exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If a

you!” Clyde’s roar

got out of the car. A brightly lit space welcomed him as soon as he entered. No trace of the power

and saw him walking towards her

smiled and pounced

“You are here!”

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

“Thank you, honey!”

took the flowers before giving him a big kiss

leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon

sour at the mention of