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

was even

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

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

Ethan sneered.

of his cap, his eyes flashed coldly.He had one hand in his pocket while the other

the others and said,

was covered in bloody

little

to press some tissues against Laney’s wounds to stop the

and stared at the

and said

they arrived at their destination, Laney had passed out in the car

tried to clean her wounds.She glanced at Ethan and seemed

important thing right now was for Laney to get treatment as

didn’t have the

wheeled into the ER

head and clicked his tongue as he walked out of the

times recently.You must have really

with the bullshit.How is