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.

Janet’s hand and said softly,

was even

suit and walked to the door of the private room: He walked past

thugs for friends.Just remember: you’re nothing but a

Ethan sneered.

cap, his eyes flashed coldly.He had one hand

Ritchie, he turned to the others

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

a little longer.We’re

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

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

Ethan turned to the driver and

their destination, Laney had passed out in the car

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

important thing right now was for Laney to get

didn’t have the time to question

wheeled into

thorough examination, Frank shook his head and clicked his tongue as he walked out of the

been here several times recently.You must have

with the bullshit.How is