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."

and raked her eyes across Janet back to

for it? How much is this

took out three hundred dollar bills from

compensate you three times the price.You don’t have to

stood up, his face taut with

table and tried wiping the stain from Janet’s dress,

at Jocelyn as if he wanted

me.Please don’t get

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

her dress

already figured that

expensive dress? She didn’t even have decent clothes

struggled to make ends

the money on

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

the money that Jocelyn had thrown