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

even

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

feel good about yourself, having a group of thugs for friends.Just remember: you’re nothing

Ethan sneered.

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

the others and said, "Let’s

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

on a little

tears in her eyes, Janet quickly tried to press some tissues against Laney’s wounds to stop the

respond to Janet and stared at the ceiling of

face, Ethan turned to the driver and said

passed out in

her wounds.She glanced at Ethan and seemed to want to say something but stopped on

important thing right now was for Laney to get treatment as

have the time to

into the ER in Frank’s

and clicked his tongue as he walked out of the emergency

recently.You must have really bad

with the bullshit.How is