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!”

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

to carry gifts; a subtle olive branch from Mandy. The bodyguards, apart from being gift-carriers, primarily served to save Mandy from any potential

long for Janet to notice the gifts being carried by

Mandy responded, chin up, arms crossed, in a voice brimming with arrogance, “Did you

and retorted, “But it’s obvious that

all it took for Lexi to grudgingly step aside, a bitter

as she sauntered in, chin

her promptly unloaded the gift bags and boxes

at the spectacle before them. A seemingly endless cascade of gifts mushroomed on

“All these… are all

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

disbelief escaped from Elizabeth, her lips curling in a slight smirk. “Is

pile, she