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 Janet back to her arrogant

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

took out three hundred dollar bills from her handbag and threw

the price.You don’t have

down the glass and stood up, his face

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

if he wanted

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

hand, trying to calm him

her dress indeed wasn’t

perhaps already

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

struggled

money on the floor and

kind of occasion it is? Don’t you have any sense of aesthetics? How could you come here wearing a cheap dress? Don’t you have money to even afford a decent dress, or are you too stingy

money that Jocelyn had