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.

the kids get along without his interference since he saw how happy she made them. Sean requested he

my wife around the welfare

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

softly, “I recall that it was Charis who was in charge of this

man stated with a look of grief, “Yes, Mr. Larson handled a great deal of the work himself following Miss Turner’s death, and all of the children here adore him.” In actuality, Janet was aware of these facts. Brandon gave off an air of apathy, although he had a rather big heart. Yet he refrained from displaying

candies in hand and distributed them

“Thank you, ma’am!”

up to Janet. They were thankful, and as

those of a young kid in the playground’s corner

carrying a ball in his arms. With a scowling expression on his face, he looked in Janet’s direction

a hunch the young fellow

smile and

head. Then, after a short pause, he questioned indignantly, “Why isn’t

child’s loud voice quickly drew the attention of the surrounding youngsters who were