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 fake

of your business, Mr. Larson. Please drive the car

understand the meaning of his words or he was purposely ignoring them, because he asked in a friendly manner, “This spot is very close to Janet’s

studio, Mr. Lambert? Let me drive

made

helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team you hired is not good at it. The

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

talk to him anymore,

“Let’s go,” he said.

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

How dare you!” Clyde’s roar echoed

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

him walking towards her with a bouquet of flowers in his

and pounced

“You are here!”

studio! I wish you become the best designer in the world.” Brandon held the flowers up and

“Thank you, honey!”

flowers before giving him a big kiss on

in his arms, Brandon feigned

face immediately turned sour at the mention