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

Mr. Larson. Please drive the car

them,

studio, Mr. Lambert? Let me

offer made Clyde’s

gritted teeth, he said, “No thanks. I just came out from there. I heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr.

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

want to talk to him anymore, so he waved his

“Let’s go,” he said.

on Clyde’s face. If

Clyde’s

by the studio. With sunflowers in his hand, Brandon got out of the car. A brightly lit space welcomed him as soon as he entered. No trace of the

walking towards her with a bouquet

smiled and pounced on

“You are here!”

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

“Thank you, honey!”

giving him a big kiss on his

was, leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned

sour at the mention of