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

the car away the

purposely ignoring them, because he asked in a friendly manner, “This spot is very

perhaps want to visit Janet’s studio, Mr. Lambert?

offer made Clyde’s expression

from there. I heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team you hired is

mouth to

anymore, so he waved

“Let’s go,” he said.

exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If a car

Larson! How dare you!” Clyde’s roar echoed

sunflowers in his hand, Brandon got out of the car. A brightly

him walking towards her with

smiled and

“You are here!”

designer in the

“Thank you, honey!”

flowers before giving him a big

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

turned sour