The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

The night fell. Several towering buildings dotted the streets. Between two buildings stood a woman in a black windbreaker and red high heels. The enormous sunglasses seemed to conceal her face.

Jocelyn tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her cautious gaze still fixed on the cafe across the street.

Janet was sitting at a table beside the French window in the cafe. Jocelyn had a clear view of her from where she was standing.

The man had stopped Janet just as she was about to take a sip of the coffee.

‘Who the hell is he?’ Jocelyn grew anxious. She wanted to run over there and pour the coffee down Janet’s throat.

Fortunately, the man left after a while. Janet ordered another cup of coffee and seemed to wait impatiently without drinking it.

saw Janet take out her phone and called someone, probably Bernie. Before leaving the house, Jocelyn had secretly taken Bernie’s phone with her, fearing that he might find out her

Janet sighed

if she left now, Jocelyn’s plans would fail. She didn’t want to miss a great opportunity. Jocelyn rushed to the cafe to stop

up, she

smile emerged on Janet’s face. She was right about Jocelyn planning all this and watching her in the dark. Now that she pretended to take

a coincidence! What are you doing here?” Janet asked, pretending

asked me to meet you. He has been busy with

shoulders and forced her to

you have done to me. Are you going to apologize to me on your own?” Janet stirred