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.

put on a

the car away the soonest you can. I

his words or he was purposely ignoring them, because he asked in a friendly manner, “This spot is very close to

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

made

studio. Mr.

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

to talk to him anymore,

“Let’s go,” he said.

sprayed on Clyde’s face. If a car could

you!” Clyde’s

A brightly lit space welcomed

presence and saw him walking towards

and pounced

“You are here!”

studio! I wish you become the best designer in the world.” Brandon

“Thank you, honey!”

giving him a

arms, Brandon feigned

face immediately turned sour at the