The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet turned around and saw who it was.

Jocelyn was standing beside her.She looked apologetic, but it somehow seemed exaggerated as she fought a complacent smile.

"Oh, I’m sorry.A waiter bumped against me now."

She clamped her mouth with one hand and held the glass with the other, pretending to feel sorry for her.Her apology didn’t seem sincere, for her every word dripped with contempt.

"I didn’t mean it."

Janet tugged at her wet dress that was clinging to her legs.

The sweet scent of roses from the wine wafted in the air.

Janet immediately moved back from Jocelyn and glared at her.

"You did it on purpose! You didn’t have an invitation, right? How did you get in?" Jocelyn smirked at her.

"Of course, I walked in.I have my ways.I can get into parties even without the invitation."

her chest and raked

your dress.How about I compensate for it? How much

three hundred dollar bills from her handbag and threw them

compensate you three times the price.You don’t have

stood up, his face taut

and tried wiping the stain from

glared at Jocelyn as if he wanted to burn her

fine.It’s between her and me.Please

tissues from his hand, trying to calm him down.She feared that Ethan might end up beating

her dress

had perhaps already

poor woman like Janet afford an expensive dress? She didn’t even

all, she struggled to make ends

money on the floor

How could you come here wearing a cheap dress? Don’t you have money to even afford a decent dress, or are you too stingy to spend money on it? You are indeed just a bumpkin that hasn’t

Jocelyn