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

none of your business, Mr. Larson. Please drive the car away the soonest you can. I need space

was purposely ignoring them, because

want to visit Janet’s studio, Mr. Lambert? Let me drive you

made

there. I heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team you hired is not

to complain some more, but Brandon had enough

talk to him anymore, so he waved his hand

“Let’s go,” he said.

the Maybach drove away. The exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If a car could be arrogant, it was definitely

dare you!” Clyde’s roar

sunflowers in his hand, Brandon got out of the car. A

saw him walking towards

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!”

before giving him a big kiss

Brandon feigned ignorance

face immediately turned sour