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."

raked her

How much

out three hundred dollar bills from her handbag and

compensate you three times the price.You don’t

put down the glass and stood up, his face taut

some tissues from the table and tried wiping the

glared at Jocelyn as if he wanted

and me.Please don’t get

hand, trying to calm him down.She feared that Ethan might

dress indeed

had perhaps already figured

like Janet afford an expensive dress? She didn’t

struggled

on the

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 feel

that Jocelyn had thrown on the