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

was even

like this? Ritchie straightened his suit and walked to the door of

remember: you’re nothing but a poor, powerless loser.I swear I’ll make

Ethan sneered.

coldly.He had one hand in his pocket while the other held

he turned to the others and

into the car.She was covered in bloody

just hold on a little longer.We’re almost at the

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

Janet and stared at the ceiling of the car listlessly.She seemed to be in excruciating pain.She winced and

the driver and said sternly, "Get to

destination, Laney had passed out in the car from too much blood

wounds.She glanced at Ethan and seemed to want to say

for Laney to get treatment as

have the time to

wheeled into the ER

head and clicked his tongue as he walked out of the

here several times recently.You must have

with the bullshit.How