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

drive the car

meaning of his words or he was purposely ignoring them, because he asked in a friendly manner, “This

studio, Mr. Lambert? Let me

offer made

heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s 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

to him anymore, so he waved his hand at

“Let’s go,” he said.

away. The exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If a car could be arrogant,

Clyde’s roar echoed in

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

and saw him walking

and pounced

“You are here!”

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

“Thank you, honey!”

the flowers before giving him a big kiss

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

sour at