My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Greg shrank away from Laney, but he didn‘t make a move to leave. Seeing this, Laney flew into a fit of rage. She started rolling
up her sleeves as she stomped towards him.
“Will you leave on your own or will I have to throw you out?”
Seeing the fierce look on her face, Greg was scared out of his wits and jumped up from the sofa at once. Then, without looking
back, he ran out the door. With Greg gone, Laney‘s apartment felt especially quiet. She sighed and turned to close the door. But
before the door could click shut, someone from outside stuck their foot in the gap to stop it from closing. Laney thought that Greg
had come back.
Gritting her teeth angrily, she swung the door open and was about to throw her fist at Greg‘s face when she saw that it was
Garrett standing at the door.
“Why are you here?” Laney frowned in surprise.
“Anyway, I‘m sorry for leaving in a hurry just now. I wasn‘t able to thank you properly yet.” Then, she bowed her head solemnly
and said, “I‘ve saved you once, but you‘ve saved me twice. You are a Harding, one life of yours is certainly equal to two of mine.
I suppose that makes us even.”
Garrett didn‘t say anything. Laney straightened up and looked at him as she continued, “You seem fine. Plus, you came here so
fast, so one of your men must‘ve driven you here, right? So he can also drive you to the hospital. And if you don‘t think I‘m being
sincere enough now, I can formally thank you another day. Now please excuse me for I have to go out.”
With that, she went back inside her apartment, grabbed her bag and keys, closed the door behind her, and left, ignoring the
expression on Garrett‘s face.
As Laney was walking away, Garrett followed her. Sensing this, Laney stopped in her tracks, but she didn‘t look back. Her voice
was full of impatience. “Are you planning to follow me everywhere? Don‘t make me yell at you.”
Then, without giving Garrett a chance to respond, she bolted. Garrett wanted to chase after her, but stopped on a second
thought. Laney kept on running, regardless of not knowing where she was going. She only slowed down when she was sure that
Garrett hadn‘t followed her. She took a deep, shaky breath, and a lump formed in her throat. She buried her face in her hands as
tears began to roll down her cheeks uncontrollably. Was it strange that she felt so sad even though technically nothing had
happened between them? .

When Janet received the phone call from Laney, she instantly sensed that something was wrong. Laney‘s voice was unusually
calm. “Hey, Janet, are you free? Would you like to go out for a drink with me?”
“Sure. Just give me the address of the bar and I‘ll be there soon.” Janet could tell that something was on Laney‘s mind. Being a
devoted friend that she was, she said goodbye to Ethan, who had just stepped out of the shower, and went straight to the bar.
It was still early, so the bar was relatively quiet and the performers were still warming up onstage. Laney sat at the counter and
ordered two bottles of whiskey. Eyeing the bottles, Janet felt that Laney was really going all out this time. One bottle of this brand
alone was already quite expensive.
“This must‘ve cost you a one months‘ salary, right?” Janet sighed warily. Even before she came here, she had already guessed
that the issue must‘ve had something to do with Garrett Laney smiled bitterly as she poured herself a glass. Before Janet could
stop her, she downed it all in one gulp.
It took half a bottle of alcohol before Laney finally opened up to Janet about what had happened that day. Janet stayed quiet and
listened to the whole story without interrupting. She was well aware of the torture of being in a relationship with someone who
was worlds away from her in terms of social status.
If the White family hadn‘t announced that she was their daughter, she doubted she‘d have been able to handle the pressure of
being with Brandon Larson. It was really hard and really painful. 1 Unlike Ethan who came from a broken family, Garrett still had
both his parents and he was loyal to his family.
It would‘ve been difficult for him to choose between his family and Laney. “I think you did the right thing. At least walking away
now is less painful than spending the rest of your life struggling.”
After pouring herself a glass of whiskey, Janet clinked glasses with Laney and said with a grin, “Let‘s get hammered tonight.”
Laney‘s face was already flushed by then. She was so drunk that she cried in a slurred voice, “Okay! Let‘s get hammered!”
Then, the two girls drank. As Laney put her glass down, tears welled up in her eyes again. Seeing this, Janet patted her on the
back, not knowing how to comfort her friend. After all, she knew there was nothing she could say or do, for it was Laney‘s life and
she had to make the choice herself.
The only thing Janet could do was drink with her in solidarity.