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

really the Ethan he knew? How 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 sidelong glance at Ethan, his

feel good about yourself, having a group of thugs for friends.Just remember: you’re nothing but a poor, powerless loser.I swear I’ll make your

Ethan sneered.

cap, his eyes flashed coldly.He had one hand in

turned to the

helped into the car.She was covered in bloody wounds but

a little longer.We’re almost at

press some tissues against Laney’s wounds to stop

were colorless, but her eyes were bloodshot.She didn’t respond to Janet and stared at the ceiling of the car listlessly.She seemed to be in excruciating pain.She winced and frowned, her body

face, Ethan turned to the driver and said

at their destination, Laney had passed out

her arms, Janet tried to clean her wounds.She glanced at

was for Laney to

didn’t have the

wheeled into the ER

head and clicked his tongue as he walked out of

here several times recently.You must have really

the bullshit.How