The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

“Do you have the flower shop’s phone number? Ask if the flowers can be returned.” After clearing the petals on the floor, Janet laid a pile of flowers on the dining table.

Ethan painstakingly removed all the candles from the floor and made a call to have his men take the flowers away.

It was already midnight by the time they finished cleaning.

Exhausted, Janet leaned against the sofa.

“I was able to get this much back from the flower shop.” With one hand in his pocket, Ethan walked over to Janet and put a wad of cash next to her.

“Why are you giving it to me? It’s your money.”

Janet looked tired, but her tone was as cold as it was that morning.

As she spoke, she dumped the money on the coffee table and then got up to walk to her room. Before closing the door behind her, she stole one last glance at the man.

Truth be told, she was delighted to have received flowers from Ethan. She had never seen so many flowers before, let alone the fact that they were from Ethan.

each other. Ethan didn’t trust her enough, and that was what made her mad. She couldn’t let go of it

a long sigh, Janet threw herself

He gritted his teeth and walked to the balcony

Have you won her heart yet?” Garrett asked

than the night sky. “Thanks

Unfortunately, Garrett didn’t seem to sense anything wrong. He continued excitedly, “I told you it’d work! Since I’ve helped you with something so important, would you

burst into laughter. Glancing at Janet’s door, he cursed in a low voice, “You’re fucking useless! Your shitty idea didn’t work at all. She called me a big spender and asked me to return the flowers. I even had to get rid of all the petals on the floor. I just finished cleaning! And you say you deserve a vacation? Garrett, you’re working in the office this month—with no

a bad mood, it meant that not only Garrett was in trouble. The entire

his phone against his ear tightly, he quickly lifted the quilt and

a shower. But Garrett was in no mood to peak at her beautiful naked body. He went straight to the balcony, wine bottle in tow, and said, “Mr. Lester, calm down. Flowers worked every time for me. But I already told you that your wife’s different. How about I

and hung up the phone

him to be so emotional. Such an uncontrollable mood couldn’t be

Larson Group, Garrett slapped a paper bag of books onto Ethan’s desk. Smiling brightly, he declared, “These