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."

over her chest and raked her eyes

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

took out three hundred dollar bills from her handbag

three times the

down the glass and stood up, his face

and tried wiping the stain from Janet’s dress,

if he wanted

her and me.Please don’t get involved in

trying to calm him down.She feared that

her dress indeed

already

an expensive dress? She didn’t even have decent

she struggled to

on the

money to even afford a decent dress, or are you too stingy to spend money on

ignored the money that Jocelyn had thrown on