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.

and

was even

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

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

Ethan sneered.

had one hand in his pocket

turned to the others and

car.She was covered in bloody wounds but her face was

a little longer.We’re almost

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

at the ceiling of the car listlessly.She seemed to be in excruciating

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

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

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

right now was for Laney to get treatment

have the time to

into the

examination, Frank shook his head and clicked his tongue as he walked out of the emergency

times recently.You

the bullshit.How