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."

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

for it? How

dollar bills from her handbag and

three times the price.You don’t have

and stood

some tissues from the table and tried wiping the stain from Janet’s dress, which was dripping

if he wanted to

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

hand, trying to calm

her dress

already figured

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

struggled to

money on the floor

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

ignored the money that Jocelyn had