The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

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.

took Janet’s hand and said softly, "Let’s

even

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,

"You must feel good about yourself, having a group of thugs for friends.Just remember: you’re nothing but a poor, powerless

Ethan sneered.

coldly.He had one hand in his pocket

turned to the others

helped into the car.She was covered in bloody wounds

on a little longer.We’re almost

eyes, Janet quickly tried to press some tissues against Laney’s wounds to

to Janet and stared at the

a long face, Ethan turned to the driver and said sternly, "Get to Frank’s as fast

Laney had passed out in the

Laney in her arms, Janet tried to clean her wounds.She glanced at Ethan and seemed to want to say something

important thing right now was for Laney

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his head and clicked his tongue as he walked out of the

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