My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Upon seeing Laney’s face contort as if she were scrutinizing a freak, Garrett hastily clarified, “I didn’t follow you. I just happened
to see you and the baby when I came here. Unsure of how to approach you, I only dared to trail you in silence.”
Laney’s expression remained unreadable as she inquired, “Did you ask the cashier to comp our purchase?”
“I just wanted to take care of you,” Garrett admitted, a hint of worry in his voice. “I feared you wouldn’t accept my money...
After a few seconds of contemplative silence, Laney decided to disregard him. She addressed the cashier icily, “I’ll pay for it
myself.”
“But...” The cashier, noting the pitiable look on Garrett’s face, attempted to vouch for him. “Your husband meant well. If you two
are having a disagreement...”
“I’ll pay!” Laney’s voice cut through the air like a shard of ice.
“Okay!” The cashier hastily accepted her money.
Having settled the bill, Laney pushed the stroller out of the store without so much as a backward glance. She hadn’t forgiven
Garrett, let alone allowed herself to converse with him calmly.
As Laney strode away with resolve, Garrett stood rooted in shock. He shook off his stupor after a few seconds and made to
follow her, only to be intercepted by lan.
“What are you doing?” Garrett shoved lan aside impatiently. “Out of my way!”
lan spoke evenly. “Mr. Harding, since Mrs. Harding doesn’t wish to see you, it would be best not to disturb her.”
Garrett snorted, as if he’d just heard the most ridiculous joke. “I’m her husband. It’s none of your concern whether I seek out my
wife and child. Don’t forget...”
He jabbed a finger into lan’s chest arrogantly. “You’re merely an assistant. This isn’t your concern.”
lan nodded and replied, “Indeed, I am an assistant, and it’s my responsibility to resolve issues for my employer.”
A sinister glint in his eyes, Garrett questioned, “So, are you implying that resolving issues for your employer includes sending
fake divorce papers and forged wedding rings?”

lan hesitated for a moment before looking up with a calm smile. “Mr. Harding, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I serve Mrs.
Harding and only act in the best interest of her and her daughter. You, however, are not my concern.” |
Hearing this, Garrett’s fury mounted. Seizing lan’s collar, his eyes burning with rage, he demanded, “Tell me! Did you send the
divorce agreement and the wedding ring?”
lan regarded him indifferently and countered, “Do you have any evidence?”
Garrett sneered in anger, “Do I need evidence? You’re the only one with access to Laney and the time to acquire her ring to
fabricate it. Can you honestly say you didn’t do it?”
lan’s lips curled into a sneer. “Without evidence, no one can make such accusations. Mr. Harding, casting baseless aspersions
will only push Mrs. Harding further away.”
Garrett’s fury reached a boiling point, and he raised his fist, intent on teaching lan a lesson.
Seeing the imminent altercation, Evan rushed forward in an attempt to intervene.
Sensing something amiss, Laney quickly wheeled her baby back to investigate the situation.
Upon her return, she was greeted by the sight of Garrett and Jan grappling near the store entrance.
Moments later, lan found himself sprawled on the ground, a scrape marring his arm.
While Garrett loomed above, fist raised in triumph.
“Garrett!” Laney cried out, incredulous, “How could you hit him?” Garrett’s head snapped in her direction, his eyes locking onto
the disappointment etched across Laney’s face.