My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

At an exclusive club nestled in the heart of Barnes, Suzanne leisurely drained the last drops of her vintage wine, her glass meeting the table with an assertive thud.

Across the table, Jeremy’s eyebrows perked up in surprise, a playful chuckle escaping him.

"Why the hostility?" Suzanne’s grip tightened around the glass, fury igniting her features.

Her muscles bulged subtly under her delicate skin.

"Is Brandon even a man? I’ve practically waved the ‘I’m interested’ flag, yet he’s blind to it; he never even glanced in my direction!"

This all started a few days back when she had visited Larson Group for a pre-bid conference.She had gone to the extent of mirroring Janet’s style, investing her time and effort to charm Brandon. But the irony was, Brandon was nowhere to be seen at the conference.

Through the grapevine of Larson Group’s employees, she discovered that Brandon found such bidding events beneath him.

Just when Suzanne, seething with frustration, was on her way out, there was Brandon, right at the doorway.

slip away. Once she was sure her outfit and makeup were impeccable, she approached Brandon, feigning surprise, saying, "Mr.Larson, what a serendipity!"

conference.Just when I thought I wouldn’t catch a glimpse of you, here

Her smile

Entertainment." Brandon’s stony expression remained unchanged, showing no recognition. Exhaling

seemed to recall her

response, however,

"What’s your point?"

her nosing anger at Brandon’s icy

curve of her bosom emphasized deliberately. "Mr.Larson, am I unworthy of a mere greeting when I’m not asking

frustration. She had often

charm. Having been around a myriad of stunning women, it was no surprise Brandon turned his

his lips, Jeremy’s fingers drummed on

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