The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 892 How much does it cost for you to receive guests?

After Damien left, the girls around him disbanded. Joyce, who was forced to attend the welcome ceremony, was finally released. She left the airport lobby with her bag and took a taxi out.

However, no car stopped.

Joyce looked at the time, afraid that her precious daughter would be worried, so she was a little impatient.

At this time, a long luxury car slowly appeared. Joyce looked at it. It’s the Imperial number plate. This license plate is crazy, a symbol of power and status, and it is unobstructed everywhere.

Damien’s car is here.

It’s quite a coincidence.

Joyce quickly ran forward and stopped the luxury car.

The driver stepped on the brake and looked at the man sitting in the back seat asking permission: “Sir, someone is stopping the car.”

Damien was elegantly sitting in the back seat, his long legs elegantly stacked on top of each other. He was reading his work documents gracefully.

Hearing that, he took his eyes off the document and looked out the window. Joyce’s bright and lively little face quickly enlarged in his sight.

Joyce stood at the back window, raised her hand to greet him warmly, with a bright smile on her face, “Hello, Mr. Robert.”

Damien immediately frowned. She opened Windshire Palace, and sent the daughter of the richest man to obstruct traffic. A few days ago, he led people to Windshire Palace but he didn’t see her behind closed doors. Her subordinates said that she was “receiving guests”!

Damien was so angry that he almost vomited blood. This woman was bold and rebellious, not at all the image of a lady from a famous family, so he left.

Unexpectedly he met her here, and she stopped his car again.

Damien looked at her with a big smile on her face, as if she were telling him, “Mr. Robert, give me a

ride!”

This woman just beamed at him when she wanted something.

Damien slid slowly down the car window, his bloodshot phoenix eyes looking over. He asked, “Miss Brown, do we know each other?”

Joyce’s face quickly stiffened, “Hahaha, Mr. Robert, you really know how to joke. Where are you…

“To my daughter’s wedding.”

hello, hello. I’m your daughter’s mother. Now

other.”

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completely ignored this woman, glanced at the driver faintly

sir.” The driver

she knew was petty, he was still a gentleman.

on the car window, showing a pitiful

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much does it

you have

red, “Do you think I can easily raise Olive? What did you contribute to being a father? Just

eyes, as if she were

already a lot of people at the airport,

was ten months pregnant alone, raising Olive by myself. I am

old, and you’re fascinated by the beautiful young girls outside, but when it comes to my daughter’s wedding, you

had a good night that year, you hugged me and praised me, but now why are

Joyce sobbed

“Phew-”

rang out in his ears. Damien looked up to see the driver in front of him who couldn’t

hastily sat up straight, which means, “Look, sir. I’m not

people gathered outside. Everyone pointed at

Damien, “…”

his head during more than 40 years of his

black lines flowed down from his forehead. He felt that sooner or later his reputation would

Damien

was sobbing, tears actually falling, forming on her face. She

Damien admitted she won. He said, “Hold

quickly raised her hand to wipe the tears from her

car.

car was speeding down the road. The driver in front secretly raised his head and looked through the rearview mirror at Joyce, a brave