The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Clyde was just about to get in the car when a black Maybach stopped behind him all of a_ sudden, effectively blocking his way.

Frowning, he asked, “What’s your deal? Can’t you see I will have to reverse the car later? How will I move my car if you’re there?”

Even in the car, Brandon could hear the resentment oozing from Clyde’s voice.

He slowly rolled down the window, flashing an evil smile.

“Hello, Mr. Lambert.”

At the sight of Brandon, Clyde’s coffee-stained face suddenly stiffened.

“Mr… Mr. Larson?”

He didn’t expect to meet Brandon right now.

Especially not during his most awkward situation! Brandon was the last person he wanted to meet at this time! Brandon studied Clyde from head to toe before asking with a teasing smile.

“What happened to you, Mr. Lambert? Did someone throw coffee in your face?”

A grim expression settled on Clyde’s face.

put on

business, Mr. Larson. Please drive the car away the

was purposely ignoring them, because he asked in a friendly manner, “This spot is very close to

studio, Mr. Lambert?

made Clyde’s

I just came out from there. I heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio.

how unfortunate!” Clyde had already opened his mouth to complain some

talk to him anymore, so he

“Let’s go,” he said.

on Clyde’s face. If a

you!” Clyde’s roar echoed in the

by the studio. With sunflowers in his hand, Brandon got out of the car. A brightly lit space

Janet sensed Brandon’s presence and saw him walking towards her with

and pounced

“You are here!”

designer in the world.” Brandon held the flowers up and

“Thank you, honey!”

flowers before giving him a big kiss on

Clyde was, leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned ignorance and asked, “Did anyone else send you some

turned sour