Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss?
eans walked out of the train sta
ir behind her ears. Under her arched eyebrows were a pair of bright and pretty eyes, a
itt, right? I'm the driver
he driver into the car casual
s at the woman, whose eyes were clo
s Rupert Bent
was already the CEO of Benton Group. He was way ahead of his peers. He was a vigorous, re
n himself to find a wife for him. And he p
look at Annabel's innocent face and clicked his tongue. He env
ed her eyes and looked at the str
ily's residence soon. The driver
n a well-dressed woman appeared. She eyed Annabe
ra
Mrs. B
ignal, she began to spray the
ert's mother. With her hands akimbo, she ord
of disinfectant. The pungent smell made her nose a lit
ped out im
re the same as the wayward and rude girls they breed over there. I'm doing this because I don't want you to b
yone. She would have walked out if she
pray some disinfectant in y
shoved the servant
at Annabel with a trembling hand
e sofa. She had on designer clothes and bright makeup. Her expression was more condes
, Grandpa has no taste. I can't believe he chose someone like you. Anyway, I heard you came here by train. You should have told us yo
athy with one of he
y member of this fam
ed an entire high-speed train to Douburgh just for her. These arrogant people
e flown here in a priv
lear to these people, but she
nnabel ascending the stairs. She wasn't used
?" Annabel asked
g at a door in the hallway
d in a bedroom as big as this, have you? You should cherish it while livi
nnabel walked into the room and shut the
er be so conceited? Wha
r and asked, "Miss, but isn
cornful glance
in his space or using his things. When he finds out that sh
stened with slyn