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.

no longer on the other end of the line,

standing in the aftermath of Vivian’s behavior. They were perceived as the villains in this matter, so he had to take care if he tried to defend himself. He

turned to Brandon and asked, “Mr. Larson, what

shifted from the document to Sean’s face. The fierceness of his stare was intimidating. “He won’t dare to refuse. They are in

to close the door behind him when he

she might have stolen

impossible. Brandon would never have allowed Vivian any access

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,

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

bubbled in his chest, but

on the Turners; make sure they send Vivian abroad.” Brandon was determined to remain

of life and noise. An ambulance was parked in front of the house, and medical staff stood at the front door. The atmosphere was indescribably

out of the car, walked past the medical staff, and studied inside the

and white stripes. Her hands and feet were tied with transparent tape, and she’d been gagged. She was strapped onto a stretcher, which was carried by

were full of hatred. It made Sean

followed the paramedics out of the house. He looked

walked up to Luke. He frowned and

“What’s wrong with Vivian?”

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