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.

said to the employees, “Please show my wife around the

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 been in place since the formation of the Larson Group, and it has also financed kids older than the children here. After they graduate, they get to choose

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the children here adore him.” In actuality, Janet was aware of these facts. Brandon gave off an air of apathy, although he had a

candies in hand and distributed them

“Thank you, ma’am!”

majority of the kids really warmed up to Janet. They were thankful, and as soon as they got their hands on the

those of a young kid in the

coat, was carrying a ball in his arms. With a scowling expression on his face, he looked in

a hunch the young fellow

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

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

the attention of the surrounding