The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet was left breathless from the deep kiss. She pinched Ethan‘s cheek and smiled shyly

 “I‘m not a child anymore. I can handle this. I‘ll get going now, okay?” Glorie Street was an old and remote block. There was only one restaurant here—the steakhouse Lila mentioned. It wasn‘t a particularly clean restaurant. There were all sorts of bugs and flies all over the place. 

In the restaurant sat a group of tough–looking men with tattoos covering their arms. With toothpicks in their mouths, they looked just like a bunch of hooligans. 

As soon as Janet stepped foot inside the steakhouse, they all turned to look at her with eager eyes. Lila stood up and waved at her from the table near the door.

 “Janet, over here!” 

Janet nodded in greeting. They hadn‘t seen each other for over a month. Lila had lost a lot of weight. Her makeup was not as pristine as before, and her eyes were full of undisguised fatigue. 

How about we talk there?” Janet suggested, glancing at the men from

by a friend of Jeff‘s. I don‘t have that much money now, so I could

brother.” Left with no choice, Janet sat down at the table. The restaurant was empty other than the group of men. There were barely any people outside, too. This was clearly a place for doing illegal stuff. The staff soon brought them two plates

pushed one of them in front of Janet and said, “Try it. I like their

she spoke, she glanced meaningfully at the man who had served the steak just now. She knew that Jeff and his friends were hiding in the kitchen. With Ethan guarding outside, Janet wasn‘t afraid at all. She sliced a

they could even get close to Janet, a group of men in black swarmed inside the restaurant. In a matter of seconds, the men in black quickly subdued Jeff and his friends. Lila was shocked. She stood up from the table and shouted, “Who the

to eat her steak calmly. The steak here was pretty good; she had to give Lila that.

He sat next

it’s time to go.”

it neatly and wiped her lips. She glanced indifferently at the panic–stricken