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

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

Brandon didn’t understand the meaning of his words or he was purposely ignoring them, because he asked in a friendly manner, “This spot is

to visit Janet’s studio, Mr. Lambert?

offer made

from there. I heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio.

Clyde had already opened his mouth to complain some

anymore, so he waved his hand at

“Let’s go,” he said.

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

How dare you!” Clyde’s

sunflowers in his hand, Brandon got out of the car. A brightly lit space welcomed him as soon as

and saw him walking towards her

smiled and pounced

“You are here!”

the world.” Brandon held the flowers up and presented them to

“Thank you, honey!”

took the flowers before giving him a big kiss

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

sour at the mention