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.

Janet’s hand and said softly,

was even

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

group of thugs for friends.Just remember: you’re nothing but a poor, powerless

Ethan sneered.

flashed coldly.He had

he turned to the others and said,

in bloody wounds but her face was pale

little longer.We’re almost at

to press some tissues against Laney’s wounds to

at the ceiling of the car listlessly.She

turned to the driver and said sternly, "Get to Frank’s as fast as

Laney had passed out in the car from

wounds.She glanced at Ethan and seemed to want to say something but stopped on second

was for Laney to get treatment as soon

the time

Laney was wheeled into

a thorough examination, Frank shook his head and clicked his tongue

recently.You

the bullshit.How