The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 923 I Do Not Want Your Candies

Janet paused and glared bitterly at the reporters, saying, “I’ve already responded. This is a rumor. I have no particular relationship with Draco Wesley!”

Brandon stated indifferently, “My wife and I are on fine terms, and I appreciate your concerns.”

Despite his friendly smile, the reporters were still intimidated by his presence. They exchanged looks and stopped asking questions.

Brandon walked into the welfare house with Janet, hands together. Reporters were there throughout the process, documenting it with photographs and videos as it was a Larson Group project for the benefit of the public.

It was clear that Brandon had made a lot of friends among the kids at the welfare house. Upon spotting him, they raced over to enthusiastically greet him.

Many kids were coming up to Janet as well, she noticed. The youngsters were chubby-faced and were both tall and short. They could easily mesmerize anyone!

“Hello.” Janet spoke with an unintentional lilt to her voice. She squatted and gave the kids the chocolates that Sean had brought. “How about some chocolate?” “Yes, lady.” The kids all answered with wide smiles on their faces.

how happy she made them. Sean requested he check out the list of

show my wife around the

youngsters. “The entire area of the welfare home, including the football field, is 1, 000 square meters, and they were all sponsored by the Larson Group.” The staff member who led Janet on a tour of the facility continued, “The charity plan has

at the laughing children playing on the playground and asked softly, “I recall that it was Charis who was in charge of this plan earlier,

actuality, Janet was aware of these facts. Brandon gave off an air of apathy, although he had

in hand and distributed them

“Thank you, ma’am!”

thankful, and as soon as

a young kid in the playground’s corner

tiny child, who was dressed in a blue coat, was carrying a ball in his arms. With a scowling expression on his face, he looked in Janet’s direction but didn’t approach to ask

hunch the young fellow was

him. She handed him many sweets with a nice smile and inquired, “Do you

a snort and c*cked his head. Then, after a short pause, he questioned indignantly, “Why isn’t Miss Turner here? Who are you in the

attention of the surrounding youngsters who