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 arms over her chest and raked her eyes across Janet back to

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

dollar bills from her handbag and

times the price.You don’t have

the glass and stood up, his face taut with

the table and tried wiping

at Jocelyn as if he wanted to burn her

between her and me.Please don’t get involved in

emanating from him.She quickly grabbed the tissues from his hand, trying to calm him down.She feared that Ethan might

her dress indeed wasn’t

perhaps already

Janet afford an expensive dress? She didn’t even have

all, she struggled to make

money on the floor and

know what kind of occasion it is? Don’t you have any sense of aesthetics? 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

that Jocelyn