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.

sure her outfit and makeup were impeccable, she approached Brandon, feigning

see you at the conference.Just when I thought I wouldn’t catch a glimpse of you, here you are at the door.Such a surprise!"

you?" Her smile faltered momentarily,

expression remained unchanged, showing

that point, Brandon seemed

response, however, remained

"What’s your point?"

to swallow her nosing anger at Brandon’s icy

she pasted on a smile and advanced, the curve of her bosom emphasized deliberately. "Mr.Larson, am

in frustration. She had often found success with her seductive maneuvers, but shockingly, Brandon didn’t bat an eyelid. As Suzanne narrated her encounter, Jeremy scrutinized her, a trace of contempt in his gaze.Despite the leaps in plastic surgery, and Suzanne’s commendable

it was no surprise Brandon turned his nose

smug smile on his lips, Jeremy’s

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