The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

“Ethan! I haven’t seen you in a long time!” Ritchie looked at Ethan with a big smile on his face as the latter slowly walked towards the guards.

‘How does this bastard manage to look the same as he did many years ago? He still has that same distant look in his eyes.’ Ritchie shook his head as he was amused to see that Ethan hadn’t changed at all even though he looked slightly more mature now.

Ritchie always saw Ethan as someone who would sell his body to make ends meet if it ever came to it. As such, he never considered Ethan to be good enough to be his rival. He always looked at Ethan with condescension and casual disdain as if there was no reason for him to feel threatened around him.

“You’re still a loser! You should just let your wife go! Give her to me and in return, I will get you a decent job. How does that sound?” Ritchie stood up and raised one leg up on the seat as he propped his elbow on his knee and stared at Janet meaningfully.

Ethan’s eyes darkened and he clenched his fists to stifle his anger. Paying no heed to Ritchie’s words, he helped up Laney, who was covered in blood after the fight.

When Ritchie noticed Ethan’s complete disregard of him, he got offended. “How dare you disrespect your master like that, you loser!”

Out of the blue, he grabbed a glass from the table and hurled it toward Ethan.

Fortunately, Ethan managed to catch it before it hit him. However, he couldn’t hold back his anger at Ritchie and he smashed that glass on the floor.

as a word to Ritchie, Ethan turned around to walk out with Janet

face contorted in anger as he shouted, “Stop right there! I’m not finished talking to

Ethan didn’t respond.

grown tired of letting Ritchie say and do whatever he wanted to him, but things were

disrespect me and walk away like that? Do you think you’re all grown up

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