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

Please drive the car

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

want to visit Janet’s studio, Mr. Lambert?

made

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 it. The power suddenly turned

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

anymore, so he waved

“Let’s go,” he said.

on Clyde’s face. If a car

dare you!” Clyde’s roar echoed

the car. A brightly lit space welcomed him as soon as he entered. No trace of the power failure was

sensed Brandon’s presence and saw him walking towards her with a bouquet

and pounced on

“You are here!”

opening your studio! I wish you become the best designer in the

“Thank you, honey!”

took the flowers before giving him a big kiss on his

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

face immediately turned sour at the