My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Worry creased Janet’s delicate brows. “Is it prudent to probe into the affairs of those around Vivi so openly? I’m concerned it might backfire and provide the puppeteer pulling the strings another leverage point against us.”

Brandon’s dogged pursuit of the person orchestrating their troubles had drawn considerable attention. This alarmed Janet, as she was apprehensive that the hidden instigator might exploit the situation to intensify their aggressive tactics.

Yet Brandon simply stretched out his hand, tousling her hair, his tone both gentle and resolute. “Your safety remains my paramount concern. Regardless of the ensuing events, I must uncover the identity of the perpetrator behind the car accident to ensure your protection. The most critical task for me now is safeguarding you.”

His assessment of the situation suggested that the individual responsible for Vivi’s demise was merciless and decisive, demonstrating a blatant disregard for human life-a characteristic reminiscent of both Charis and Vivian.

The mystery might also involve the shadowy pharmacist associated with the pair.

If that were the case, the potential danger surrounding Janet would only intensify.

He was compelled to expedite his investigation and eradicate any potential threats lurking near Janet, aiming to thwart any possible menace in its inception.

However, he chose not to disclose these concerns to Janet, so as not to cause her undue worry. Janet’s frantic heartbeat slowly steadied, soothed by the man’s robust and reassuring voice.

arms around Brandon, breathing in his familiar scent, and declared with conviction, “I trust

phone abruptly rang. The incoming call was

glances, his gentle nod signaling her

Janet accepted the

A chuckle came from

this, Brandon visibly

thought to herself, her displeasure with

in suspicion, Janet responded guardedly, “Is there something you require, Miss

of the line, Suzanne’s tone brimming with regret. “As Vivi’s former employer, I feel a profound sense of loss regarding her fate. I’ve dispatched my assistant to her hometown to address matters and assist her

a flat tone. “Your purpose in calling was merely to inform me of this? The arrangements concerning

intention. I am aware of the rampant online speculation implicating you

you for your faith in me,

nothing further, I’ll conclude the call now.” “Wait!” Suzanne hastily