My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet was fast asleep, Ethan exited the ward and quietly closed the door behind him.

Garrett was leaning against the wall across the hallway, waiting.

The moment he saw Ethan come out of the ICU.he straightened, smoothed his suit, and walked over.

"How is the investigation going?" Ethan asked after casting his friend a short glance.

"Find whoever is behind this.Get me the names of everyone involved." His gaze darkened with every word he spoke.

Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting long shadows as the two men strode down the corridor.

Garret pushed his glasses against the bridge of his nose and answered carefully.

"The drivers of both vehicles died in the accident.The police didn’t discover anything suspicious, either.They ruled it as just another unfortunate incident."

Ethan stopped walking and narrowed his eyes.

"They’re both dead?" He sneered at the scenery outside.

"How convenient."

the same bridge in the last few months.Some drivers said that the lights on the bridge were not bright enough,

on the iron railing of

he muttered under his breath After a moment of silence, he took a

myself.There are many sides to the story you’re still unaware of.Take care

already walking into the

had a suspect in

have Janet killed.He wouldn’t put it past them to hire someone

further investigate the driver of the truck.He paid a visit to the man’s neighborhood and

you talking about the handicapped guy who drives

to be terminally ill? I heard that his doctor gave him just a few days more to live.Oh! And he

neighbors weren’t reserved at all, and divulged

went abroad to escape

Where would he get the money for a plane ticket? No, how did he

this

was going