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.

he put on a

Please drive the car away the soonest you can. I need space to back

the meaning of his words or he was purposely ignoring them, because he asked in a friendly manner, “This spot is

studio, Mr. Lambert? Let me drive you

offer made

gritted teeth, he said, “No thanks. I just came out from there. I heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team you hired is not

Clyde had already opened his mouth to complain some

want to talk to him anymore, so he waved his hand

“Let’s go,” he said.

as the Maybach drove away. The exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If a car could be arrogant, it was definitely like

you!” Clyde’s

out of the car. A brightly lit space welcomed him as soon as

sensed Brandon’s presence and saw him walking

smiled and pounced

“You are here!”

the best designer in the world.” Brandon held the flowers up and presented them to Janet

“Thank you, honey!”

took the flowers before giving him a

of how embarrassed Clyde was, leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon

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