The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 670

A glint of coldness flickered in Jeremy’s expressionless eyes.

Unfortunately, Catherine could not call the police as she did not have evidence that proved Jeremy had poisoned her husband.

Just a few days ago, she and Luke had been preoccupied with Vivian’s affairs, leaving them both drained. The exhaustion muddled her memory, and she struggled to recall the individuals they had encountered or the food they had consumed.

Maybe Jeremy had drugged Luke at the time. Catherine looked at Jeremy, and a sneer tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“Do you honestly think you can run away?” She turned to her companions and ordered, “Catch him!” In an instant, a group of over a dozen bodyguards burst into the room. With a smile playing at the corners of his lips, Jeremy snatched up his medical kit, his eyes ablaze with k*illing intent. He deftly evaded the punches and kicks of the bodyguards with impressive agility and fighting skills. Despite his tall stature, he swiftly brought down more than a dozen of them in just a few minutes.

“Wow. I never thought you’re that insincere. I guess you don’t want Luke to be saved.” Jeremy, with a fierce look in his eyes, stepped on the head of one of the bodyguards, asserting his dominance. The remaining bodyguards dared not to act rashly for fear they would suffer his wrath. Catherine suddenly raised her hand, signaling everyone to back off.

‘‘Halt!’ The group turned to face Catherine as she spoke.

Jeremy wanted to move quickly. He had spent too much time and effort today with the Turner couple. He needed to leave.

After the fight, Jeremy kicked aside the bodyguard at his feet and straightened out his wrinkled coat. His eyebrows relaxed as he showed no fear toward Catherine. “You have two options now. If you want to save Luke, hand me your shares in the Turner Group. Or you can let Luke die and leave your firm unattended. After all, I have a lot of time here.”

bed, he said, “I doubt

Jeremy shut the door once

her seat with the assistance of a servant. Her once graceful countenance now appeared very pallid, with bloodless lips

elderly servant, employed by the Turner family for numerous years, couldn’t resist the urge to inquire. She had been dutifully serving Catherine

she lowered her head in despair, gazing at Luke, who was in a

the tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. “What other options do I have? Luke is

escaped the elderly servant’s lips as she observed Catherine’s worn-out appearance. The constant setbacks had

to concern himself with

relied on Sean to keep

stopped or rescued. Have you received any information on the nursing home where she resides? Vivian has become the prime subject of observation in that facility. I’ve investigated the background of the sanatorium and learned that it was dubbed a “madhouse” by the locals. I’ve also heard that over ten years ago, it was used as a burial ground

contemplating, he finally asserted, “Mr. Larson, there’s no need to worry.

that belongs to Vivian?” Setting aside the documents, Brandon’s mind was preoccupied, and he struggled to concentrate on work. He couldn’t shake off the nagging suspicion that someone had been pulling the strings behind Vivian’s

consist mainly of her university textbooks, her letters, and some photos with Charis. However, there’s one thing that strikes me as weird.” Sean paused briefly before continuing, “I noticed that a particular phone number frequently appeared in Vivian’s call log. I have requested our technical staff to investigate,

grim, and a stern

Furthermore, Mrs. Larson has been missing for several days now…” After hearing this, Brandon’s grim expression softened, and a slight smile graced his handsome face. Standing up from the sofa, he grabbed his coat and said, “Get the car

said hesitantly, “Mr. Larson, I’m not

have something to say, just say it. Why are you hesitating?” Brandon turned to face

Sean hesitated

mouth since you’re reluctant to use it.” Brandon gave a stern