The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

What?

Joyce’s eyes immediately lit up. Is he… attracted to one of her girls?

The business just took off?

Joyce looked at Damien. This is the real financial master, being around him would be great.

“Mr. Robert, what do you mean…?” Joyce was a little uncertain.

Damien looked into her watery eyes sparkling with light, curling his thin lips with pleasure: “One million? Seven million? Fifteen million? Is that enough?”

God!

Joyce took a breath and said, “Enough! Enough! Mr. Robert, you are so aggressive. Tell me, which girl in our Windshire Palace do you like? You can choose our leader!”

Damien reached out, used his slender fingers to pinch her small jaw, and one word spilled out from, his thin lips: “You!”

Joyce blinked her eyelashes. What does he mean? Does he want her?

“What’s wrong, don’t you sell? You can sell anything for money. If fifteen million isn’t enough, I can give you thirty million, fifty million…”

Joyce really wanted to cover her ears. This tens of millions was definitely the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. Please save her! She could hardly resist this temptation.

“But but…”

“But what? You go out to sell and I use money to buy you. You just said I can freely choose the maid of Windshire Palace, but now that I have chosen you and you are not happy?

Joyce was speechless. Fifteen million, thirty million, fifty million… is a lot of money. She can use this money to build a plant to cultivate precious medicinal herbs in Visionary. The people of Visionary can grow medicinal herbs to earn a living and have a prosperous life.

But…but…she can’t sell herself…

Damien saw her struggling and felt very good. He said, “I’ll give you three seconds to think it over. You must have realized that I have a lot of money. How much money you can take from me depends only on your ability.”

He has been with his boss for so many years. He was a noble and excellent man, but he had never done

“One.”

“Two…”

Damien started the countdown.

minute!” Joyce said embarrassedly: “Mr. Robert, it’s not that I don’t want to make money from you. It’s just…

“Why?”

married.” Joyce

She is married…

cars. His black pupils

did she

say she

fact, many years have passed and he is already married, so it is normal

is willing to stop and wait for the love between two people just because of one wild night. But Damien was still stunned. He was surprised to see her red lips opening and

at him and repeated, “Sorry, Mr. Robert. I’m

He said, “Hello Joyce, you are really nice.

of her small chin, took out a few tissues and wiped his hands. vigorously, as if he had just

in the luxury car suddenly

respectfully opened the back door, Damien and Joyce got

A greasy voice quickly spoke

up and saw a middle-aged man with a big belly running towards Joyce with his arms wide open. “Honey” is

narrowed his eyes. He knows this fat guy. He did business with

aristocratic, but the Dutton generation declined. Dutton bikes to drink, loves beauty, has deep dark circles

circles, but Dutton’s dark circles make

Could Dutton be…her husband?

she said she was married. Could it be

standing still, and when

stop in time to rush forward, almost falling

glared fiercely at that man, then turned around,

Dutton, smiled and