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

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

he was purposely ignoring them, because he asked in

to visit Janet’s studio, Mr. Lambert? Let me drive you

made

heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr.

Clyde had already opened his mouth to complain some more, but Brandon had enough fun for the

didn’t want to talk to him anymore, so he waved his

“Let’s go,” he said.

exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If a car could

Clyde’s roar

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

him walking towards her

smiled and pounced on

“You are here!”

in the world.” Brandon held the

“Thank you, honey!”

giving him a big kiss

Brandon

face immediately turned sour at the