My Lame Husband Is A Mysterious Mogul

ark was sitting in his wheelchair, looking majestic

He swiveled his wheelchair towa

they had to act like a loving coupl

t myself," she

She felt it was better if they di

at the caregiver that tears filled her eyes, but she still r

kissed the back of her hand, faking intimacy. "You are my w

Just as she opened her mouth to say something

distance, pretending to be indulged in a conversation.

? Why don't you just pay her

h a sneer. "How could a disabled man in shabby clo

t estimate his background or financial position. Considerin

Layla clenched her fists and glared at

d strangely calm. "H

housand a month. Can you aff

he asked, scrunching

o me now!" she

e been working all day and that my wife has

orehead. The salary record would expose

he hasn't paid

ou, why were you working for her? If yo

r headlights. She realized she was in troubl

llow you

caregiver looked at Clark in disbelief

k looked up, and his icy gaze bore into the caregiver's eyes. "You have to

rs, the director of the hospit

rd and two caregivers. We will be tra

there was a rumor that they would go bankrupt soon

rk in disbelief. She couldn't fathom why the director of their hospita

rnful look at the caregiver. "You are fired! Go t

Clark turned around and looked at the onlookers. "Who said

hreat, the cr

to interfere in each other's affairs?" Lay

watch others bully my

caregivers would cost a bomb. You'll go brok

ut why can't you, the daughter of the R

iness!" Layla

ayla's face for a moment and asked the question that had been bothering