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 need space

purposely ignoring them, because he asked in a friendly manner,

Janet’s studio,

made

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

his mouth to complain

anymore, so he waved his

“Let’s go,” he said.

sprayed on Clyde’s face. If a car

Larson! How dare you!” Clyde’s roar

hand, Brandon got out of the car. A brightly lit space welcomed him

walking towards her with a bouquet of flowers in

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

“Thank you, honey!”

before giving him a big kiss

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

sour at the mention