The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

A black Bugatti slowly ground to a halt outside the yard.

The area was remote, with only a handful of shabby houses in sight. A luxury car was decidedly out of place in such a scene.

The man in the backseat put aside a stack of documents he had been perusing, then changed from his svelte, tailored suit to an old jacket.

Sean twisted around to look at his boss, who had been going through so much trouble traveling back and forth every day. “You used to come here only once or twice a year, Boss,” Sean pointed out. “You have villas all over the city. You can just move into in one of them with your wife. Why do you bother going to this dump every single day?”

Ethan threw him a cold glance. “You’ve been awful talkative lately. Do you have so much time in your hands? If you have nothing better to do, you might as well clean up and tend to these other villas of mine.”

Sean immediately shut up and looked away.

Ethan got out of the car. Once he was out of sight, Sean slapped his own cheek, muttering, “You blabbermouth. You spoke too much.”

Ethan walked into the house and found Janet stretched out on the sofa, her eyes fixed on her laptop screen. She had cucumber slices plastered to her face, and one of her hands was holding a large tumbler with a straw peeking out of its rim.

arrive, yet she just couldn’t bear to miss a second of the

her endearing. “I already had dinner with

the sofa and draped it over them before plopping down next to her. “How did

perked up. She closed her laptop, then grabbed the cucumber pieces from her face and popped them into her mouth. “You won’t believe what

Ethan already knew

leaned back and listened intently as Janet recounted the day’s

values your talents,” Ethan said lightly when she was done. “I saw your resume yesterday, and even

to his shocked face, so she was caught off-guard

“Maybe,” she murmured.

off, thinking that the gravity of the situation

opened her laptop again, meaning to carry on with her series. But then she paused at the

yellow color, and his jeans were worn-out, but his face more than made up for his clothes. If she didn’t know better, she

better of her. “What on earth is it that

small house, a deceased mother, and the Lester family that