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."

over her chest and raked her eyes across Janet back to

for it? How much

took out three hundred dollar bills from her handbag and

the price.You don’t have to thank

down the glass and stood up,

the table and tried wiping the

as if he wanted to burn her

and me.Please don’t get involved in

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

dress indeed

perhaps already figured

She didn’t even have decent clothes to

she struggled to make

money on

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 seen the world.You should

ignored the money that Jocelyn had thrown