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."

chest and raked her

stained your dress.How about I compensate for it? How much is this dress? Is it even

out three hundred dollar bills from her handbag and threw them

times the price.You don’t have

glass and stood up, his

tissues from the table and tried wiping

he glared at Jocelyn as if he

and me.Please don’t get involved in

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

dress

perhaps already

could a poor woman like Janet afford an expensive dress? She didn’t even have

struggled to make ends

threw the money on the floor

Don’t you have money to even afford a decent dress, or are you too stingy to spend money on

that Jocelyn had thrown