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.

on a fake

car away

didn’t understand the meaning of his words or he was purposely ignoring them, because he asked in a friendly manner, “This spot

visit Janet’s studio,

made

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 good at it. The power suddenly turned off.” Raising his eyebrows,

his mouth to complain some more, but

anymore, so

“Let’s go,” he said.

as the Maybach drove away. The exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If

Larson! How dare you!” Clyde’s roar echoed in the

With sunflowers in his hand, Brandon got out of the car. A brightly lit space welcomed him as soon as he entered.

Brandon’s presence and saw him walking towards her with a

and pounced on

“You are here!”

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

“Thank you, honey!”

before giving him

arms, Brandon feigned ignorance and asked, “Did anyone else send you some flowers

sour