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.

someone, probably Bernie. Before leaving the house,

calls went unanswered, Janet sighed and stood up to

Jocelyn’s plans would fail. She didn’t want to miss a great opportunity. Jocelyn rushed to the

moment Janet stood up, she saw Jocelyn walking

in the dark. Now that she pretended to take her bag and leave,

here?” Janet asked, pretending to look both surprised and

her wrist, feigning reluctance. “Dad asked me to meet you. He has been busy with work, so he couldn’t come today. He asked me to meet you on behalf

gripped Janet’s shoulders and

me in person. He said he despises you and your mom for the things you have done to me. Are you going to apologize to me on your own?” Janet stirred the coffee as she glanced