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

a piece of his mind. He forced a smile and begged for his life, “Mr. Larson, I’ve taught her a lesson. Can you please let me go after Kathie

indeed very old. He already felt his b*ody going sore within the

she had in mind. She raised her head and stared into Brandon’s cold eyes, sending shivers down her spine. Seeing how an old man could give up his dignity so easily, she felt Brandon’s terror as

Kathie cried as she knelt on the ground. She begged for mercy over and over. “I haven’t even seen Janet since I was beaten

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

of 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 accident… He couldn’t allow anyone to hurt Janet

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

too?” Ameer asked as his voice trembled with fear. Kathie could probably bear the torture during the interrogation because she was still

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 lowered her voice after getting their attention, “I found other clues