The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 1030 Mood Swings

So this was what was going on.

However, before Janet could speak, Ameer immediately- rebutted fiercely and it was so loud that it resounded through the ward, “Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about?”

Suddenly, a crisp slapping sound was heard as Ameer struck Kathie squarely on her cheek. She tilted her face to one side, and a red palm print instantly appeared on her smooth cheek.

Kathie cursed, “How dare you hit me again! You snob! Had I known you were such a wimp, I would have left you for another man!”

“Can’t you see what’s going on here? We are now being interrogated by Mr. Larson and we can’t afford to offend him. Tell him exactly what you did now!” Ameer roared madly.

scheming Kathie was before. He now suspected that she had indeed done something behind the scenes to offend the

taught her a lesson. Can you please let me go after Kathie tells you the truth? I’ve already sincerely apologized to Mrs. Larson that day. I wasn’t involved in anything else that

b*ody going sore within the first

had in mind. She raised her head and stared into Brandon’s cold eyes, sending shivers down her spine. Seeing how an

Larson, I really don’t know anything,” Kathie cried as she knelt on the ground. She begged for mercy over and over. “I haven’t

Brandon did not feel a shred of pity for Kathie. His expression darkened and he glared

two years ago swept over him like a storm. His wife was almost raped, almost fell down from a building, almost assassinated, and had a car

you get something useful out of them,” Brandon ordered. He believed that the two were still hiding something, and he was not going to let them

Larson, you can interrogate Kathie alone. Why do I have to be interrogated too?” Ameer asked as his voice trembled with fear. Kathie could probably bear the torture during the interrogation because she was still young, but his old b*ody would most likely die in Brandon’s

held on to a corner of the tea table tightly and refused to be dragged away. She shook her head and cried, “It’s not me, Mr. Larson. I really didn’t do anything.” “Stop!” Janet shouted suddenly. She then