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.

put on

Mr. Larson. Please drive the car

or he was purposely ignoring them, because he asked

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

offer 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

his mouth to complain some more, but Brandon had

to him anymore, so he waved his hand at

“Let’s go,” he said.

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

How dare you!” Clyde’s roar echoed in

A brightly

and saw him walking towards her with a bouquet of flowers in his

and pounced on

“You are here!”

on opening your studio! I wish you become the best designer in the world.” Brandon held the flowers

“Thank you, honey!”

the flowers before giving him

embarrassed Clyde was, leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned ignorance and

turned sour at the mention