The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

A bodyguard opened the car door. After waiting for Janet to get into the car, Ritchie got in and sat next to her

Jonot looked out the window uneasily. She could feel Ritchie’s intense gaze burning a hole on the back of her head.

Just to be safe, Janet secretly texted Ethan, telling him that Ritchie had come to her. Minutes had passed and her phone still didn’t buzz. Perhaps Ethan was busy.

 Janet put away her cell phone and sat up straight. She was used to this. After all, Ethan was probably busy unloading goods in the convenience store. Ritchie’s eyes wandered over Janet’s body and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. 

“Are you texting Ethan? My dear sister-in-law, there’s no need to be nervous. It’s just a simple meal between family members.” 

Janet looked up at Ritchie. Only then did she realize that there was some resemblance between him and Ethan. 

“No. I was just wondering if my friend has got home safely,” Janet said with a gentle yet alienating smile. 

a restaurant famous for its black truffle dishes in Seacisco. The waiter at the door greeted Ritchie

“Mr. Lester.” 

until then that Janet realized that the Lester family might be more powerful than she had thought. Perhaps they were even at the top of the

to this kind of treatment. After entering the

anymore when it was just him and Janet left in

crossed, Ritchie looked at

was dimly lit earlier, so only now did Ritchie

she looked clean and comfortable,

beautiful women in his lifetime, but he usually didn’t bother to

be with him. Janet wasn’t his type, but she was Ethan’s wife, which was enough to pique Ritchie’s interest in

very uncomfortable

for Janet, Ritchie handed the overflowing cup to her then