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

it? How much is this

took out three hundred dollar bills from her

you three times the

glass and stood up, his face

table and tried wiping the stain from

Jocelyn as if he wanted to burn

me.Please don’t get involved in

his hand, trying to calm him down.She feared that

dress indeed

had perhaps already figured

Janet afford an expensive dress? She didn’t even have decent clothes to wear for

struggled

on the floor and

have money to even afford a decent dress, or

Jocelyn