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 a fake

car away the soonest you can. I need

ignoring them, because he

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

offer made Clyde’s

there. I heard that you helped prepare Miss White’s studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team you hired is not good at

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

want to talk to him anymore, so he waved his hand

“Let’s go,” he said.

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

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

parking by the studio. With sunflowers in his hand, Brandon got out of the car. A brightly lit space welcomed him as soon as

Brandon’s presence and saw him walking towards her

smiled and pounced

“You are here!”

designer in the world.” Brandon held the flowers

“Thank you, honey!”

giving him

his arms, Brandon feigned ignorance and asked, “Did anyone else

turned sour at the mention