Chapter 1259
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, âWhatâs your deal? Canât you see I will have to reverse the car later? How will I
move my car if youâre there?â
Even in the car, Brandon could hear the resentment oozing from Clydeâs voice.
He slowly rolled down the window, flashing an evil smile.
âHello, Mr. Lambert.â
At the sight of Brandon, Clydeâs coffee-stained face suddenly stiffened.
âMr⦠Mr. Larson?â
He didnât 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.
âWhat happened to you, Mr. Lambert? Did someone throw coffee in your face?â
A grim expression settled on Clydeâs face.
Nevertheless, he put on a fake smile.
âItâs none of your business, Mr. Larson. Please drive the car away the soonest you can. I need space to
back up.â
Either Brandon didnât understand the meaning of his words or he was purposely ignoring them,
because he asked in a friendly manner, âThis spot is very close to Janetâs studio.
Do you perhaps want to visit Janetâs studio, Mr. Lambert? Let me drive you there.â
Brandonâs offer made Clydeâs expression darker.
Between gritted teeth, he said, âNo thanks. I just came out from there. I heard that you helped prepare
Miss Whiteâs studio. Mr. Larson, the decoration team you hired is not good at it. The power suddenly
turned off.â Raising his eyebrows, Brandon smiled.
âReally? Oh, how unfortunate!â Clyde had already opened his mouth to complain some more, but
Brandon had enough fun for the day.
He didnât want to talk to him anymore, so he waved his hand at Sean.
âLetâs go,â he said.
A âwhooshâ cut the air as the Maybach drove away. The exhaust sprayed on Clydeâs face. If a car could
be arrogant, it was definitely like this.
âBrandon Larson! How dare you!â Clydeâs roar echoed in the street.
Soon, Sean was parking by the studio. With sunflowers in his hand, Brandon got out of the car. A
brightly lit space welcomed him as soon as he entered. No trace of the power failure was seen.
Almost immediately, Janet sensed Brandonâs presence and saw him walking towards her with a
bouquet of flowers in his arms.
She smiled and pounced on Brandon.
âYou are here!â
âCongratulations on opening your studio! I wish you become the best designer in the world.â Brandon
held the flowers up and presented them to Janet with sincerity.
âThank you, honey!â
Janet took the flowers before giving him a big kiss on his cheek.
Thinking of how embarrassed Clyde was, leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned ignorance
and asked, âDid anyone else send you some flowers today?â
Janetâs face immediately turned sour at the mention of this.
âFlowers from you are the only ones I accepted,â she announced angrily.
Just then, Lexi came with a tray of coffee and desserts.
âMr. Larson, please have some coffee.â
With Clydeâs coffee-stained face in mind, Brandon couldnât help teasing, âWill the coffee be splashed on
my face?â
Janet finally realized that Brandon saw Clyde before coming here.
It was easy for him to guess what had happened.
She handed the flowers to Lexi and asked Lexi to put them on the table.
Then she pulled Brandon and began to recount the previous events.
âWell. You have no idea how hateful Clyde is. Not only did he scare away my clients, but he also
shamelessly judged my work. Heâs despicable!â
Brandon listened with great interest.
When he found out it was Lexi who drove Clyde away, he immediately praised, âLexi did a great job.
You should raise her salary.â Hearing this, Janet couldnât help but sigh.
âI donât have money to raise Lexiâs salary. The reporters had sabotaged my only commission.â