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

Mr. Larson. Please drive the car away the

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

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

made

he said, “No thanks. I just came out from there. I heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team

Clyde had already opened his mouth to complain some more, but Brandon had enough fun for

didn’t want to talk to him anymore, so he

“Let’s go,” he said.

The exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If a car could

dare you!” Clyde’s roar echoed in

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

and saw him walking towards her with a bouquet of

and pounced on

“You are here!”

I wish you become the best designer in the

“Thank you, honey!”

took the flowers before giving him

arms, Brandon feigned ignorance and asked, “Did anyone else send you some flowers

sour at the mention of