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.

business, not design

art classes and his woeful

unfamiliarity with art, if he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily acquire tickets.

in Brandon’s reaction and gently touched his hand, signaling for him to remain

Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your apology

of opportunity, Clyde eagerly

sincerely hope you can forgive my previous thoughtlessness!” A faint smile graced

well, I forgive you. However, I have

eyes sparkled

within my power, I shall make it so!”

you must possess more than one ticket, correct? I’d like you to provide me

Clyde produced a second

it, I have an extra. Miss White, please

keep the second ticket for himself, but since Janet requested it, he had no grounds to

a friend, as Brandon, being artistically disinclined,

course, he’d secure another