My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Brandon walked out of Janet’s studio and was prompily greeted outside by Sean, who opened the car door for him.

Upon settling into the car, Brandon immediately asked in a cold tone, “Did the people monitoring Suzanne find anything?” Sean’s expression turned grim as he shook his head and delivered a disappointing report. “After leaving Mrs. Larson’s office, she went right back to Star Entertainment and hasn’t come out since.”

Brandon’s eyes narrowed, lending an even more enigmatic quality to his deep, dark pupils. “She hasn’t left the building at all? I see. Did you find anything else?” he enquired.

Sean shook his head dejectedly.

“Star Entertainment is a top agency for internet celebrities, and has already signed more than 200 of them. These celebrities all disguise themselves in overcoats and masks as they go in and out of the building because they don’t want to be recognized. This makes it hard to use the street cameras to determine whether the people entering and exiting the building are celebrities or suspicious-looking individuals.” Then, he added, “Our technical team is still closely monitoring the cameras near the building, nonetheless. If there’s any new development, we’ll be notified immediately.”

Having been by Brandon’s side for a long time, Sean had developed a keen sense of perception. He had taken notice of Suzanne’s suspicious behavior early on, and decided to keep a close eye on her, determined not to overlook any potentially vital pieces of information.

Brandon’s brow furrowed as he asked in confusion, “Why are all these Internet celebs wearing such concealing clothing?”

“Well, the ones under Star Entertainment are all quite good- looking and have immense popularity, much like traditional celebrities. They have highly dedicated fan bases who can be quite obsessive and intrusive, so they dress like that to avoid

had only become popular in the recent years, it was understandable that Brandon was

and decided to end his line of questioning there, as it was clear that there was no useful information to be gained from it. Instead, he

to the work that he had put off earlier in the day.

much closer eye on her. He had a strong feeling that the key to unraveling the

the mood was much different. “Good

I get you a cup of coffee, Ms.

“Ms. Duncan…”

the office wearing a stylish pair of sunglasses and high heels, carrying with her a commanding air of confidence as her subordinates

celebrities, known for their arrogance online, were now fawning over Suzanne-a