The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1142 A Married Woman

The information showed that Janet was a married woman. “What a pity! She got married at such a young age.” Clyde fixed his gaze on Janet’s photo on the computer screen.

Janet looked so young. He assumed she was still a college student or something, but he didn’t think she was married Brandon Larson from the Larson Group was her husband. Brandon’s influence should not be underestimated. Clyde gave Brandon’s information a serious look. He sipped the wine from the glass on the table. His grin broadened.

Nowadays, most upper-class married couples appeared united on the outside but were divided from within. There was a lot of talk about wealthy noble women having young lovers and wealthy successful men having affairs with their secretaries. Clyde gulped down all the wine in his glass. He grinned while looking at the photo of Janet again.

Janet’s marrying Brandon was a wise decision since she came from the White family, but the two might not have strong feelings for each other.

He still had a chance to have a relationship with Janet.

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of Brandon’s villa, the

to be acknowledged that Brandon provided excellent service, playing the role of Janet’s assistant. He bent down and lifted Janet as soon

felt shy. She covered

sizzling dishes on the table. “It seems like Hannah isn’t

are ready. As soon as I smell them. I can tell they’ve been prepared by her.” Janet rushed into

table to her and said, “There’s a letter here. She seems

out, holding the door frame. She had looked in the kitchen and the living room and hadn’t found Hannah She looked at the letter, pursed her lips, and moved closer. It was indeed Hannah’s handwriting— “Janet, I’ve decided to return to the village. The pumpkins at home are almost ripe. I have to go back and collect them. I had a great time at your house. You don’t need to always worry about me. You have to take care of yourself. Please help me finish my new clothes. Then send them over so I can wear them. When people grow old, they prefer to return to their homeland. It’s great that you want me to move here and stay with you, but I’m still not used to living in a big city. I’m going back. Take care and don’t overwork yourself. You’re

the last

time. In her eyes, she regarded Janet as

he was at a loss for words of comfort at the