The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Ritchie took a few steps back in shock. Exasperated, he looked at his men, who were all knocked down to the ground and groaning in pain. “Where did you hire them?” he asked in disbelief.

Ethan’s voice was as cold as ice. “They’re my friends.”

“Your friends? Ha! They must be jobless losers just like you.” Although Ritchie was a little scared and flustered, he refused to show it. He stared at Ethan’s “friends” condescendingly.

Ethan was a loser after all. It made sense that his friends were all thugs.

Ethan didn’t answer. Instead, he asked the man behind him to take care of Laney. Then, he took Janet’s hand and said softly, “Let’s go home.”

Ritchie was even more surprised. Was this really the Ethan he knew? How dare he disrespect him like this?

Ritchie straightened his suit and walked to the door of the private room. He walked past Ethan and bumped into his shoulder deliberately.

He cast a sidelong glance at Ethan, his eyes filled with hatred. Gnashing his teeth, Ritchie said, “You must feel good about yourself, having a group of thugs for friends. Just remember: you’re nothing but a poor, powerless loser. I swear I’ll make your life more miserable than it is now.”

Ethan sneered. Underneath the brim of his cap, his eyes flashed coldly. He had one hand in his pocket while the other held Janet’s hand. Ignoring Ritchie, he turned to the others and said, “Let’s go.”

Laney was helped into the car. She was covered in bloody wounds but her face was pale as a ghost.

little longer. We’re almost at the hospital.” With tears in her eyes, Janet quickly tried to press

were bloodshot. She didn’t respond to Janet and stared at the ceiling of the car listlessly. She seemed to be in

Ethan turned to the driver and said sternly, “Get to Frank’s as

arrived at their destination, Laney had passed out in the car from too much blood

Laney in her arms, Janet tried

say something but stopped on second thought. The most important thing right now was for Laney to get treatment as soon

Leney wes wheeled into the ER in Frenk’s

es he welked out of the emergency room. “You’ve been here severel times

bullshit. How is she?” Truth be told, Ethen wesn’t reelly worried

“She’ll be fine.”

out e sigh of relief. “I went

She needs to rest.” Frenk

to sit beck down end

tension in the eir, Frenk glenced

left only Jenet end

he looked up et Jenet to sey something,

demended, “Ethen, whet heppened