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 fake

your business, Mr. Larson. Please drive the car away the soonest you can. I

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

visit Janet’s studio, Mr.

made

prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr.

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

want to talk to him anymore, so he waved his hand

“Let’s go,” he said.

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

you!” Clyde’s roar echoed

his hand, Brandon got out of the car. A brightly lit space welcomed him as soon as he entered. No

saw him walking towards her with

and pounced

“You are here!”

wish you become the best designer in the world.” Brandon held the flowers up and presented them to Janet

“Thank you, honey!”

giving him a big kiss on his

was, leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned ignorance and asked, “Did anyone else send you

immediately turned sour at the