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.

She 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

Janet sighed and stood up to

great opportunity. Jocelyn rushed to the cafe to stop her. She wanted to make sure Janet drank the

moment Janet stood up, she saw Jocelyn walking into

all this and watching her in the dark. Now

here?” Janet asked, pretending to

me to meet you. He has been busy with work, so he couldn’t come today. He

Janet’s shoulders and

and your mom for the things you have done to me.