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

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

his words or he was purposely ignoring them, because he

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

made

“No thanks. I just came out from there. I heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team

mouth to complain

to him anymore, so he waved his hand at

“Let’s go,” he said.

as the Maybach drove away. The exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If a car could be

How dare you!” Clyde’s roar echoed in

car. A brightly lit space welcomed him as soon as

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

and pounced on

“You are here!”

the world.” Brandon held the flowers up and presented

“Thank you, honey!”

took the flowers before giving him a

was, leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned ignorance and asked, “Did anyone else send

sour at the mention of