The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1111 The Real Brandon

“Hey, handsome, would it be possible for us to be friends?” The lady walked in. her eyes brimming with enchantment and charm. She sat on the vacant seat beside Brandon, and the potent scent of her perfume wafted over to him.

Brandon’s expression contorted into a scowl as his eyes turned cold. He seized the woman’s hand resting on his thigh and forcefully pressed it onto the table. With a fork clutched, he poised to drive it into the woman’s palm.

“Ahhhh! Help me! Let me go!” The alluring woman let out a piercing scream for help and instinctively shut her eyes in terror.

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The tines of the fork stood poised between the woman’s fingers, causing a false alarm.

“Go to hell!” Brandon snorted, his eyes devoid of emotion but his demeanor indicating rage.

A sense of cruelty emanated from him. After relinquishing his grip on the woman, he reached for a napkin and carefully wiped his hands.

who had just arrived with the wine in shock

sweat broke out on Garrett’s back as he witnessed Brandon’s behavior. It had been quite some trine since he had seen Brandon in such a

Brandons temperament had changed significantly since he began his relationship with Janet, to the point that Garrett had almost forgotten his friend’s original hostile and cruel

nearby girls. Conversely, Garrett’s engaging and gregarious personality had drawn the attention of

restroom. Can you accompany me while I search for them?” An attractive woman

Perhaps you should ask the security guard to assist you in searching for them, as 1 am not a metal detector.” Garrett sat down with a disdainful expression and took a sip. “These old tactics

some new tricks?” Brandon clicked his

This is precisely why our relationship

squinted with a mischievous glint. With a wry smile, he remarked, “If my memory serves me right, your family never

it up, shall we? Do you want me to bring up Janet in our conversation?” Only at that moment did Garrett realize that Brandon’s foul mood might have been related to a quarrel with Janet. “A man entangled in

Harding, do you intend to fight me?” Brandon’s eyelids lifted ever so slightly, revealing a glint of coldness in his eyes. After a few seconds of contemplation, he quickly grasped the implication. “How did you find out about my spat with Janet? Do you happen to

note and explicitly forbade him from seeking her out. Despite Brandon’s repeated attempts to restrain