The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

A black Bugatti slowly ground to a halt outside the yard.The area was remote, with only a handful of shabby houses in sight.

A luxury car was decidedly out of place in such a scene.

The man in the backseat put aside a stack of documents he had been perusing, then changed from his svelte, tailored suit to an old jacket.

Sean twisted around to look at his boss, who had been going through so much trouble traveling back and forth every day.

"You used to come here only once or twice a year, Boss," Sean pointed out.

"You have villas all over the city.You can just move into in one of them with your wife.Why do you bother going to this dump every single day?" Ethan threw him a cold glance.

"You've been awful talkative lately.Do you have so much time in your hands? If you have nothing better to do, you might as well clean up and tend to these other villas of mine."

Sean immediately shut up and looked away.

Ethan got out of the car.

Once he was out of sight, Sean slapped his own cheek, muttering, "You blabbermouth.You spoke too much."

Ethan walked into the house and found Janet stretched out on the sofa, her eyes fixed on her laptop screen.

She had cucumber slices plastered to her face, and one of her hands was holding a large tumbler with a straw peeking out of its rim.

"You're back? Have you eaten yet?"

She had heard him arrive, yet she just couldn't bear to miss a second of the TV series she was watching.

Ethan found her endearing.

had dinner with a friend," he said

that her long, slender legs were bare, he quietly fetched the gray blanket from the sofa and draped it over them before plopping

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believe what I'm about to

already knew

he leaned back and

talents," Ethan said

resume yesterday, and even I think that

been looking forward to his shocked face,

the

"Maybe," she murmured.

the end, Janet brushed it off, thinking that the gravity of the situation might be beyond

again, meaning to

last minute,

magazine beside her, looking all

his jeans were worn-out, but his face

she would have even thought they were from vintage designer brands and he had

Janet said, her curiosity getting the better of

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name, was that he had this small house, a deceased mother,

came down to it, she knew virtually

always went out early in the morning and came home late in the