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.

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

was even more

and walked to the door of the private room: He walked past Ethan and bumped into his shoulder deliberately.He

thugs for friends.Just remember: you’re nothing but

Ethan sneered.

coldly.He had

the others and said, "Let’s

into the car.She was covered in bloody wounds but her face was pale as a

little longer.We’re almost at

press some

at the ceiling

and said sternly,

Laney had passed out

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

for Laney to

have the time to question

wheeled into the ER in Frank’s

head and clicked his tongue as he walked

here several times recently.You

the bullshit.How