The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

After Damien left, the girls around him disbanded. Joyce, who was forced to attend the welcome ceremony, was finally released. She left the airport lobby with her bag and took a taxi out.

However, no car stopped.

Joyce looked at the time, afraid that her precious daughter would be worried, so she was a little impatient.

At this time, a long luxury car slowly appeared. Joyce looked at it. It’s the Imperial number plate. This license plate is crazy, a symbol of power and status, and it is unobstructed everywhere.

Damien’s car is here.

It’s quite a coincidence.

Joyce quickly ran forward and stopped the luxury car.

The driver stepped on the brake and looked at the man sitting in the back seat asking permission: “Sir, someone is stopping the car.”

Damien was elegantly sitting in the back seat, his long legs elegantly stacked on top of each other. He was reading his work documents gracefully.

Hearing that, he took his eyes off the document and looked out the window. Joyce’s bright and lively little face quickly enlarged in his sight.

Joyce stood at the back window, raised her hand to greet him warmly, with a bright smile on her face, “Hello, Mr. Robert.”

Damien immediately frowned. She opened Windshire Palace, and sent the daughter of the richest man to obstruct traffic. A few days ago, he led people to Windshire Palace but he didn’t see her behind closed doors. Her subordinates said that she was “receiving guests”!

Damien was so angry that he almost vomited blood. This woman was bold and rebellious, not at all the image of a lady from a famous family, so he left.

Unexpectedly he met her here, and she stopped his car again.

Damien looked at her with a big smile on her face, as if she were telling him, “Mr. Robert, give me a ride!”

This woman just beamed at him when she wanted something.

Damien slid slowly down the car window, his bloodshot phoenix eyes looking over. He asked, “Miss Brown, do we know each other?”

stiffened, “Hahaha, Mr. Robert, you really know how to joke.

“To my daughter’s wedding.”

Joyce’s eyes lit up, “Mr. Robert, hello, hello. I’m your daughter’s mother. Now

glanced at

driver pressed

was petty, he was still a gentleman. His car was big and luxurious, so taking

hands on the car window, showing a pitiful

you have

red, “Do you think I can easily raise Olive? What did

eyes, as if she were about to cry.

at the airport, but when Joyce made a fuss, everyone’s gazes

myself. I am both a father and a mother, and life is really

but when it comes to my daughter’s wedding, you don’t even want to let me sit in your car.

you hugged me and praised me, but now

Boohoo…” Joyce sobbed

“Phew-”

muffled laugh rang out in his ears. Damien looked up to see the driver in front of him

frowned. The driver hastily sat up straight, which means, “Look,

more people gathered outside. Everyone

Damien, “…”

his head during

felt that sooner

crying!” Damien

face. She looked

said,

her hand to wipe the tears from

car.