The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 667

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.

“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?”

“I trust you, but not Vivian. I will feel better once 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?”

“I trust you, but not Vivian. I will feel better once I have checked everything she left. Thank you, Mr. Turner,’ Brandon said casually before hanging up the phone.

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

behavior. They were perceived as the villains in this matter, so he had to take care if he tried to defend

something. He turned to Brandon and asked,

of his stare was intimidating. “He won’t dare to refuse. They are in the

about to close the door behind

do you think she might

impossible. Brandon would never have allowed Vivian any access

has 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

Brandon hoped to find an answer among her things. “Don’t worry, Mr. Larson. I’ll

in his chest, but Brandon’s glare made him tamp down his

to keep an eye on the Turners; make sure they send Vivian abroad.” Brandon was determined to remain vigilant. He sensed that things were not over

home had always been full of life and noise. An ambulance was parked

out of the car, walked past

with blue and white stripes. Her hands and feet were tied with transparent tape, and she’d been gagged. She

of hatred. It made

paramedics out of the house.

Luke. He

“What’s wrong with Vivian?”

Brandon send you here to collect Vivian’s things? It’s all in that box inside. Sean, you don’t need me to ask someone to help you carry it to your car, do you?” Luke nodded toward the big box on a round wooden table and snorted disdainfully. Sean glanced at the