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 softly,

was even more

walked to the door of the private

remember: you’re

Ethan sneered.

coldly.He had one hand in his pocket while the other

to the others

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

just hold on a little longer.We’re almost

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

were colorless, but her eyes were bloodshot.She didn’t respond to Janet and stared at the ceiling of the car listlessly.She seemed

face, Ethan turned to the driver and said sternly, "Get to

their destination, Laney had passed out in the car from

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

right now was for Laney to get

have the time to

into the ER in

clicked his tongue as he walked out

here several times recently.You

the bullshit.How is