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

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 eyes

yourself, having a group of thugs for friends.Just remember: you’re nothing but a poor, powerless loser.I swear

Ethan sneered.

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

turned to the others and said,

car.She was covered in bloody wounds

just hold on a little longer.We’re almost at the

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

didn’t respond to Janet and stared at the ceiling of the car listlessly.She seemed

turned to the driver and said sternly, "Get to Frank’s as fast as

their destination, Laney had passed out in the

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

right now was for Laney to

the time to

Laney was wheeled into the ER in

thorough examination, Frank shook his head and clicked his tongue as he

times recently.You must have really bad luck,

with the bullshit.How