Chapter 923


    The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire


    Chapter 923 I Do Not Want Your Candies


    J paused and red bitterly at the reporters, saying, “I’ve already responded. This is a rumor. I


    have no particr rtionship with Draco Wesley!”


    Brandon stated indifferently, “My wife and I are on fine terms, and I appreciate your concerns.”


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    Despite his friendly smile, the reporters were still intimidated by his presence. They exchanged looks


    and stopped asking questions.


    Brandon walked into the welfare house with J, hands together. Reporters were there throughout


    the process, documenting it with photographs and videos as it was a Larson Group project for the


    benefit of the public.


    It was clear that Brandon had made a lot of friends among the kids at the welfare house. Upon spotting


    him, they raced over to enthusiastically greet him.


    Many kids wereing up to J as well, she noticed. The youngsters were chubby-faced and were


    both tall and short. They could easily mesmerize anyone!


    “Hello.” J spoke with an unintentional lilt to her voice. She squatted and gave the kids the


    choctes that Sean had brought. “How about some chocte?” “Yes,dy.” The kids all answered


    with wide smiles on their faces.


    Brandon let J and the kids get along without his interference since he saw how happy she made


    them. Sean requested he check out the list of youngsters who received financial assistance this time.


    Brandon said to the employees, “Please show my wife around the welfare house. I’ll be back shortly.”


    She was shown through the entire charity home by the workers after she gave the choctes to the


    youngsters. “The entire area of the welfare home, including the football field, is 1, 000 square meters,


    and they were all sponsored by the Larson Group.” The staff member who led J on a tour of the


    facility continued, “The charity n has been in ce since the formation of the Larson Group, and it


    has also financed kids older than the children here. After they graduate, they get to choose whether to


    work for the Larson Group, which is also known as the talent n.”


    J looked about at theughing children ying on the yground and asked softly, “I recall that it


    was Charis who was in charge of this n earlier, right?”


    The man stated with a look of grief, “Yes, Mr. Larson handled a great deal of the work himself following


    Miss Turner’s death, and all of the children here adore him.” In actuality, J was aware of these


    facts. Brandon gave off an air of apathy, although he had a rather big heart. Yet he refrained from


    disying it in her presence. The man presented J with a bag of candies and said, “Mrs. Larson,


    would you want to help us distribute the candies?”


    J stooped down with the candies in hand and distributed them to the youngsters.


    “Thank you, ma’am!”


    The majority of the kids really warmed up to J. They were thankful, and as soon as they got their


    hands on the candies, they ran back to y!


    J’s eyes bumped into those of a young kid in the yground’s corner at this very time.


    The tiny child, who was dressed in a blue coat, was carrying a ball in his arms. With a scowling


    expression on his face, he looked in J’s direction but didn’t approach to ask for candy.


    J had a hunch the young fellow was shy.


    She reached for the candy bag and gave a handful to him. She handed him many sweets with a nice


    smile and inquired, “Do you have any pockets on you? There are a lot of candies. You can’t hold them


    all in one hand.”


    The kid gave a snort and c*cked his head. Then, after a short pause, he questioned indignantly, “Why


    isn’t Miss Turner here? Who are you in the first ce?”


    The child’s loud voice quickly drew the attention of the surrounding youngsters who were kicking a ball.


    Everyone quickly learned that Charis hadn’t shown up, and their moods deteriorated. Some of them


    screamed out, “Why did Miss Turner note?”


    J, embarrassed, smiled and calmly exined to the youngster, “Miss Turner is unwell. She will


    come back once she heals. Can you eat the candy first?”


    She didn’t have the heart to break the news to the children that Charis had died.


    The child made a sour expression and muttered, “You don’t look like a good person. I don’t want your


    candy.”


    J’s candy-filled hand dangled in midair.


    “We did not tell the children that Miss Turner, unfortunately, passed away. I’m sorry, Mrs. Larson,” said


    the staff member with an ufortable smile.


    When the staff noticed that the small boy was disobedient, they made a long face and aggressively


    chastised him, saying, “Take the candy. Mrs. Larson is your sponsor; you should respect her.”


    The boy’s face flushed, and he appeared irritated and angry.


    Grabbing a fistful of sweets, he hurled them at J’s face. “I’m not interested in your candy!”