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

was even more

the Ethan he knew? How dare he disrespect him like this? Ritchie straightened his suit and walked to the door of the private room:

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 life

Ethan sneered.

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

turned to the others and said, "Let’s

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

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

in her eyes, Janet quickly tried to press

eyes were bloodshot.She didn’t respond to Janet and stared at the ceiling of the car listlessly.She seemed to be in

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

arrived at their destination, Laney had passed out in the car from too much

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

right now was for Laney to

have the time

wheeled into

head and clicked his tongue as

here several times recently.You must have

with the bullshit.How is