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.

on

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

the meaning of his words or he was purposely ignoring them, because he asked in a friendly manner, “This spot is very close to

studio,

made Clyde’s

thanks. I just came out from there. I heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team you

opened his mouth to complain some more, but Brandon

him anymore, so

“Let’s go,” he said.

sprayed on Clyde’s face. If a car could

dare you!” Clyde’s roar echoed

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

immediately, Janet sensed Brandon’s presence and saw him walking towards her with a bouquet of flowers in

and pounced

“You are here!”

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

“Thank you, honey!”

him

leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned

sour at the mention of