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 a fake

Larson. Please drive the car away the

Brandon didn’t 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

visit Janet’s studio, Mr.

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came out from there. I heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio.

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

him anymore,

“Let’s go,” he said.

on Clyde’s face. If a

How dare you!” Clyde’s roar

out of the car. A brightly lit space welcomed him as soon as he entered. No trace of the power

Janet sensed Brandon’s presence and saw him walking towards

and pounced on

“You are here!”

become the best designer in the world.” Brandon held the flowers

“Thank you, honey!”

before giving him a big kiss on

his arms, Brandon feigned ignorance and

face immediately turned sour at the