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

Please drive the car away the soonest you can. I need space

words or he was purposely ignoring them, because he asked in a friendly

want to visit Janet’s studio, Mr.

made Clyde’s

I just came out from there. I heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team you hired

Oh, how unfortunate!” Clyde had already opened his mouth to complain some more, but Brandon had enough

want to talk to him anymore, so he waved his

“Let’s go,” he said.

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

you!” Clyde’s roar echoed in the

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

smiled and pounced on

“You are here!”

opening your studio! I wish you become the best designer in the world.” Brandon held the flowers up and presented them to Janet with

“Thank you, honey!”

him a big kiss on his

Clyde was, leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned ignorance and asked,

turned sour at the mention