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

Larson. Please drive the car away the soonest

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

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

made Clyde’s

heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration

Oh, how unfortunate!” Clyde had already opened his mouth to complain

didn’t want to talk to him anymore, so

“Let’s go,” he said.

the Maybach drove away. The exhaust sprayed on Clyde’s face. If a car could be arrogant, it was definitely

you!” Clyde’s roar echoed in

got out of the car. A

him walking

smiled and pounced

“You are here!”

best designer in the world.”

“Thank you, honey!”

him

of how embarrassed Clyde was, leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned

immediately turned sour