The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Garrett rubbed his shoulder where Brandon had hit him and smiled. “I may not work here anymore, but I’m still your friend. I rushed here as soon as I got your call. It was too windy on the phone, so I couldn’t hear what you were saying at first. It took me a while to understand what was happening. When I reached the office above, Charis was pushing Natalie through the window! I immediately called 911. Luckily, the police and rescue team arrived just in time to save them. Otherwise, not one, but three people would have died today.”

Garrett glanced out the window at Charis’s lifeless body below, shuddering at the gruesome sight. “God, why, Charis? Why would she do something so foolish?”

Brandon fell silent, unable to provide an answer. After some time, when Natalie finally calmed down, a policeman approached them and asked them to identify Charis’s body. Together, they made their way down to the scene.

In the snow, a woman lay motionless, her body covered in blood. The crimson stain spread around her like a macabre rose. Natalie couldn’t shake off the feeling that Charis’s lifeless eyes were fixed on her, sending shivers down her spine. Seeking solace, she buried her face in Brandon’s arms.

Trembling, Natalie asked, “Have you contacted her parents?”

Garett nodded. “I did. They should be here soon.”

Brandon, his gaze fixed on Charis’s corpse, took a deep breath and wrapped his scarf around Natalie, offering comfort. “Do you want to wait for me inside?” he asked gently.

Natalie shook her head, clinging to the hope of being with her parents. She didn’t want to be separated from them.

Suddenly, the wailing siren of an ambulance pierced the air. Gathering what little courage remained, Brandon raised his head and looked towards where they had found Charis’s body. Workers carried her away on a stretcher.

“I almost feel sorry for her,” Brandon muttered under his breath.

“She deserved it. No need to feel sorry,” Natalie replied, though she sensed Brandon’s conflicting emotions. She knew he pitied Charis. While there had never been romantic feelings between them, he had always admired and trusted her. From their school days, Charis had stood out as a confident and exceptional woman, a cut above the rest.

hysterically. Luke, usually a reserved man who rarely showed emotion,

Natalie, pointing an accusing finger at her. “You! This is all your fault! You drove my daughter to madness. She said she would go back to square

It was

turned cold as he addressed Catherine. “Mrs.

over and helped Catherine to her feet, his eyes burning with hatred. He trembled as he spoke, “The police will investigate Brandon Larson. I won’t rest

and Brandon were taken to the police station for interrogation since someone had died. Fortunately, the Larson Group building had well-equipped closed-circuit cameras. The police carefully reviewed the surveillance footage and interviewed witnesses to piece together

had manipulated her office window, intending to jump off the building with Natalie. However, Brandon had saved Natalie, while Charis met a

absolved of any responsibility for Charis’s fate. With the

they returned home, carrying the weight of their daughter’s

hadn’t taken any action against her. Determined to seek justice, Vivian, a Ph.D. student in the

supervisor, Jeremy Button, who was engrossed in experiments with other students. Distressed and anxious, Vivian shared the

head sadly, Vivian replied, “Mr. Button, my sponsor, Charis Turner, was

surprise, and he quickly signed the leave

essence, and she needed to pack quickly to catch the last flight tonight. However, just as she turned to leave, Jeremy halted

wait,” he called

around, Vivian asked anxiously, “Yes, Mr.

“I think one week’s leave might not be

you say the early stages were crucial? Is

murdered. Don’t you want to avenge her?” Vivian’s eyes lit up with

Whites, the family involved, were not to be underestimated. Even Vivian, who had been abroad for a

despite my academic achievements. I don’t stand a chance against Charis’s killer. I don’t even know where to start,” Vivian confessed, clenching her