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."

her arms over her chest and raked her eyes across

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

hundred dollar bills from

times the price.You don’t have

glass and stood up, his face taut

from the table and tried wiping the

as if he wanted to burn

and me.Please don’t

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

dress indeed wasn’t

perhaps already figured that

afford an expensive dress? She didn’t even have decent clothes to wear for opulent

she struggled to make

on the floor and

to even afford a decent dress, or are you too stingy to spend money on it? You are indeed

Jocelyn