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

car away the soonest you can. I

of his words or he was purposely ignoring them, because he asked in a

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

made

studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team you hired is not good at it. The power suddenly turned off.” Raising his eyebrows, Brandon

to complain some

want to talk to him anymore,

“Let’s go,” he said.

away. The exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If

How dare you!” Clyde’s

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

him walking towards her with a bouquet of flowers in

smiled and pounced

“You are here!”

best designer in the world.” Brandon held the flowers up and

“Thank you, honey!”

took the flowers before giving him a big kiss on

with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned ignorance and asked, “Did

immediately turned sour at the