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

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

Brandon didn’t understand the meaning of his words or he was purposely ignoring them, because he asked in

studio, Mr. Lambert? Let me drive you

offer made Clyde’s expression

heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr.

how unfortunate!” Clyde had already opened his mouth to

didn’t want to talk to him anymore, so he waved his hand

“Let’s go,” he said.

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

dare you!” Clyde’s roar echoed

Brandon got out of the car. A brightly

and saw him walking towards her with a bouquet of flowers in his

smiled and pounced

“You are here!”

become the best designer in the world.” Brandon held the flowers up and presented them

“Thank you, honey!”

him a big kiss on

of how embarrassed Clyde was, leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned ignorance

immediately turned sour