My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

It was late at night, and only a few people were on the street

Janet stood outside the cafe and stared at the minibus driving toward her. She broke into a cold sweat as the vehicle approached her.

The headlights of the minibus pierced into the dark alley. The car trundled into the street and halted in front of

Janet. Just then, the door flew open. As Janet dropped her palm that was blocking the light, she saw several men storming out of the car.

They were all dressed in black, wearing baseball caps and masks. Janet looked up, and her gaze met one of the men’s fierce eyes. It was the same man who had brought the spiked coffee for her in the cafe. He was the rapist Kent had mentioned earlier.

“Is this her?” The man in the lead walked forward and asked in a hushed voice.

had called them on short notice. They would do anything for money. Besides, they didn’t know Jocelyn. The woman in front of him was wearing the same clothes

sigh of relief. It looked like they didn’t

they didn’t

taking her?” Janet

exchanged glances and burst out

Give us the money and consider the job done. We know what to do,” the man in

maniacal laughter and their hungry eyes disgusted Janet. She couldn’t help

imagine what they might do to her. Ethan cast a sidelong glance at Janet and saw the hesitation in her eyes. He grabbed Jocelyn’s arm and handed her to

take her away and do as agreed,” he said,

grew louder and reverberated across the silent street. They carried Jocelyn into the car and slammed the door shut. Soon, the engine