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

it? How

hundred dollar bills from her handbag and threw them at

the price.You don’t have

stood up, his

from the table and tried wiping the stain

he glared at Jocelyn as if he wanted to burn

and me.Please don’t get involved in

to calm him down.She

her dress indeed

already figured that

like Janet afford an expensive dress? She didn’t even have

she struggled to make ends

on

afford a

the money that Jocelyn had thrown on the