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 said

was even

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 eyes filled

"You must feel good about yourself, having a group of thugs for friends.Just remember: you’re

Ethan sneered.

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

Ritchie, he turned to the

the car.She was covered in bloody wounds but her face was pale as a

a little longer.We’re almost

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

her eyes were bloodshot.She didn’t respond to Janet and stared at the

long face, Ethan turned to the driver and

destination, Laney had passed out in the car from too

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

most important thing right now was for Laney to get treatment as soon

didn’t have the

was wheeled into the ER in Frank’s

and clicked

several times recently.You must have

the bullshit.How is