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.

mock, “Mr. Larson, your expertise lies in business, not design or

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

with art, if he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he

and gently touched his hand, signaling

Clyde coolly, asking, “Is

of opportunity, Clyde eagerly

hope you can forgive my previous

well, I forgive you. However, I

sparkled with

my power, I shall

I’d like

second ticket and presented it

an extra. Miss White, please accept my humble

for himself, but since Janet requested it, he

for a friend, as Brandon,

he’d secure