The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Ethan sat in his office, a beam of light streaming through his floor-to-ceiling windows and falling on his voice. His eyes softened as he listened to Janet’s voice through the phone.

“Yes, I did have a hand in exposing your sister’s substitution matter and your parents’ debt. The Lind family does business with a lot of notable partners, so it’s only a matter of course that they try to save their reputation as soon as possible. That’s probably why they decided to finally pay you what they owe. They have no other choice at this point.”

Garrett rarely heard Ethan speak this much in one breath.

With raised eyebrows, he pricked his ears and leaned forward slightly, trying to hear more of the couple’s conversation.

On the other side of the line, Janet frowned. Ethan sounded calm and casual about his explanation, but she knew it couldn’t have been so simple.

“Tell me the truth. Did you spend a lot of money to make this happen?”

“Of course not. It cost nothing just to spread a bit of news. You’re thinking too much.” Ethan’s tone remained patient. He swiveled his chair and looked out of his massive office windows.

Garrett struggled to contain his laughter and ended up snorting. The CEO of the Larson Group was so powerful that people were willing to bend over as soon as he gave the word. He didn’t even need to lift a finger to have them do his bidding.

Janet sighed. “I know, I know. Stop patronizing me.”

Her life was already a mess to begin with, and now she even got Ethan involved in her troublesome affairs.

the money nor the power to stand up against people like her adoptive family. He must have gone to great lengths in order to bring

small smile tugged at the corners

pointed glance at Garrett, who was now

man immediately

message—Ethan was about to say things that weren’t meant for anybody

strode to the door and left the

leaned back against his chair and tapped his nose with his forefinger. “Hmm?” he said on

that you’re awfully good to me.” Janet’s voice had also fallen into a whisper. She covered her phone’s receiver and

“Is your husband reliable?’

“Yes, yes.”

my room

“Why?”

you

as she felt her ears burn. “Stop it! It’s still the middle

are you being shy all of a

delicious for you when I get home.” Despite her protests, she already felt hot all over