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

I compensate for it? How much is this

dollar bills from her handbag and threw them at Jocelyn’s

times the

down the glass and stood up,

some tissues from the table and tried wiping the stain from Janet’s

at Jocelyn as if he wanted to burn

fine.It’s between her and me.Please don’t get involved in

tissues from his hand, trying to

her dress indeed

perhaps already figured that

could a poor woman like Janet afford an expensive dress? She

all, she struggled to

the money on

here wearing a cheap dress? Don’t you have money to even afford a decent dress, or are you too stingy

that Jocelyn had thrown