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

car

his words or he was purposely ignoring them,

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

made

“No thanks. I just came out from there. I heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team you hired is not good at

opened his mouth to complain some more, but Brandon had

him anymore, so he waved

“Let’s go,” he said.

The exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If a

dare you!” Clyde’s roar echoed

the studio. With sunflowers in his hand, Brandon got out of the car. A brightly lit space welcomed him as soon as he entered. No trace of the power failure

and saw him walking towards her

smiled and pounced

“You are here!”

become the best designer in the world.” Brandon held

“Thank you, honey!”

giving him a big kiss on

flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned ignorance and asked, “Did anyone

immediately turned sour