My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1097 – Take Back Vivian’s Belongings

It was Luke Turner on the phone.

“Looks like you have handled the matter well, Mr. Turner. I’d like you to bring everything Vivian left

with the Turner family to me,” Brandon said. “What do you mean? Why do you want all her things? Aren’t you relieved that she’s out of your life?” Luke could barely suppress his anger.

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“I understand that you’re in a bad mood since you’ve been cleaning up her mess all these days, Mr. Turner. Sean, head over to the Turner’s home and collect what I want.” Brandon leaned back in his chair, ignoring Luke’s anger.

Sean raised his head from the pile of documents on his desk. He spoke loudly so Luke would hear. ‘I’ll set off immediately. Perhaps Mr. Turner will be kind enough to pack up all Vivian’s belongings so I can take them away.”

“Don’t you trust me?” Luke asked, becoming even more annoyed. “Do you think I would hide something from you?”

Vivian. I will feel better once

raised his head from the pile of documents on his desk. He spoke loudly so Luke would hear. “I’ll set off immediately. Perhaps Mr. Turner will be kind enough to pack up all Vivian’s belongings so I can take

Luke asked, becoming even more annoyed. “Do you think I

everything she

before he realized Brandon was no longer on the other end of the line, denying him

Vivian’s behavior. They were perceived as the villains in this matter, so he had to take care if he tried to defend himself. He realized his only option was to

the car keys and was about to head downstairs when he thought of something. He turned to Brandon and asked, “Mr. Larson, what should I do if Luke refuses to hand me Vivian’s things

fierceness of his stare was intimidating. “He won’t dare

to close the door behind

“Mr. Larson, do you think she

Brandon would never have allowed Vivian any access to

been hiding something from us.” Brandon narrowed his eyes. The last time they interrogated her, he was convinced she had been somehow involved with the pharmacist. His amnesia had gone, but he still wanted to

answer among her things. “Don’t worry, Mr. Larson. I’ll bring back

but Brandon’s glare made him