The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

“What? I know nothing about it! Don’t involve me!” Ritchie protested. 

“How dare you talk back to me?!” Patrick was so angry that he slapped Ritchie across the face. 

“I’ve spent a fortune for you to study abroad. And this is the thanks I get?” This was the second beating Ritchie had received today. He was a grown man and felt utterly humiliated. 

“Damn it! Damn you! I already told you that I have nothing to do with it! It’s all mom’s fault!” Ritchie couldn’t hold himself back anymore and spat on the ground angrily. 

“You sent me abroad because you were afraid that I would end up in some shitty community college and disgrace the whole family! You think I don’t know that? You’ve always been ashamed of me! You’ve always thought that Seth and Ethan were way better than me! You’ve always wanted to beat me up, right, Patrick Lester?” 

He hated it when people

as a tomato. He looked around the room until his eyes fell on a mop. He grabbed it and raised it

fast. He jumped up and ran around in the

me!” Ritchie hid behind Elissa like a

her teeth and dodged Patrick’s advances. She roared irritably, “Patrick Lester! What the hell are you

phone in the living room suddenly rang. Amidst the chaos, the boldest of the servants went to answer the

speak with Mr. Lester?

who was about to hit Ritchie with the mop. The caller seemed persistent so she handed over the

was in a fit of rage. He snatched the phone from her impatiently