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

the car away the soonest you can. I need space to

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

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

offer made

you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team you hired is not good at it. The power suddenly turned off.” Raising his eyebrows,

Oh, how unfortunate!” Clyde had already opened his mouth 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. If a car

How dare you!” Clyde’s roar echoed in the

studio. With sunflowers in his hand, Brandon got out of the car. A brightly lit space welcomed

saw him walking towards her with a bouquet of flowers in

smiled and

“You are here!”

best designer in the world.” Brandon held

“Thank you, honey!”

the flowers before giving him a

was, leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned

turned sour