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 fake

of your business, Mr. Larson. Please drive the car away the soonest

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

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

offer made Clyde’s expression

I just came out from there. I heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio.

opened his mouth to complain

to him anymore, so he waved his hand at

“Let’s go,” he said.

air as the Maybach drove away. The exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If

you!” Clyde’s roar echoed in the

studio. With sunflowers in his hand, Brandon got out of the car. A brightly lit space welcomed him as soon as he entered. No trace

immediately, Janet sensed Brandon’s presence and saw him walking towards her

smiled and pounced

“You are here!”

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

“Thank you, honey!”

flowers before giving him a big kiss

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

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