My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Brandon harbored a deep dislike for Clyde.

With a frosty gaze, he eyed the ticket in Clyde’s hand and icily retorted, “Janet has no intention of accompanying you. Be gone.”

Yet, upon seeing the ticket, Janet’s eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty.

Clyde detected the wavering in her gaze and couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly.

“Mr. Larson, perhaps you’re unaware, but this ticket grants access to an art exhibition held by the esteemed Nelson Nixon. He mentored the famed designer, Draco Wesley, and is a renowned artist within the industry. His age advances, and this may very well be his final exhibition. Professionals throughout the industry are clamoring to attend. Such tickets are now exceptionally rare. Surely, you understand, Mr. Larson?”

Clyde was well aware that no one in the design world could resist the allure of Nelson’s art exhibition.

He seized this opportunity to extend an invitation to Janet, not only to spend time alone with her but also to undermine Brandon.

In his mind, a man ignorant of art hardly deserved to be Janet’s husband.

As Janet wavered, Brandon’s expression grew stormy.

Clyde continued to mock, “Mr. Larson, your expertise lies in business, not design or art. Nonetheless, you shouldn’t hinder your

school art classes and his woeful lack of artistic knowledge. His

art, if he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily acquire tickets. He didn’t

and gently touched his hand, signaling

Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your

a window of opportunity,

hope you can forgive my previous thoughtlessness!” A faint

you. However, I have

sparkled

your desire. If it’s within my power, I shall make

I’d like you to provide me with

a second ticket

it, I have an extra. Miss White,

the second ticket for himself, but since Janet requested it, he

he assumed Janet sought the ticket for a friend, as Brandon, being artistically disinclined, would

he’d secure another