My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Aware of the challenge Janet faced, Elizabeth felt a pang of helplessness. Regardless, she soldiered on, showering her with soothing words and sprinkles of inspiration.

Janet, never one to wallow in sadness, had already aligned her mind with the new reality. As a result, Elizabeth’s brief comforting episode ended with Janet deftly steering the conversation elsewhere.

Their engaging chatter was interrupted by a sudden uproar from the exterior. It seemed like someone was stirring up trouble out there.

Janet’s face clouded over. Rising, she headed towards the source of the disturbance.

Elizabeth, fearing Janet might need assistance, quickly tailed her friend.

Emerging from the door, Janet spotted Mandy holding court in the lobby, her assistant and two bodyguards flanking her as she squared off with Lexi.

Upon seeing Mandy, Janet expelled a sigh, fingers brushing her forehead. She readied herself to intervene, but Mandy, having caught sight of her, spoke first. Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Janet, is this your idea of hospitality? No wonder your business isn’t booming!”

ridiculing her boss in her presence, fired back, “Guests don’t storm in with bodyguards and a hostile demeanor. You’re clearly here to cause a

save Mandy from any potential embarrassment before Janet. Mandy, however, would never disclose these details to Lexi. As a result, the pair remained in a stalemate at the entrance

to notice the gifts being carried by Mandy’s

associates inside.” Mandy responded, chin up, arms crossed, in a voice brimming with

“But it’s obvious that

of the head from Janet was all it took for Lexi to grudgingly step aside,

lips as she sauntered

the gift bags and boxes onto the

them. A seemingly

to stutter, “All these… are all these gifts from you? Did you raid a store?”

assistant and bodyguards could’ve carried more, I’d

curling in a slight smirk. “Is this

the pile, she noticed the sheer quantity