The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Once Janet was fast asleep, Ethan exited the ward and quietly closed the door behind him.

Garrett was leaning against the wall across the hallway, waiting. The moment he saw Ethan come out of the ICU, he straightened, smoothed his suit, and walked over.

“How is the investigation going?” Ethan asked after casting his friend a short glance. “Find whoever is behind this. Get me the names of everyone involved.” His gaze darkened with every word he spoke.

Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting long shadows as the two men strode down the corridor.

Garret pushed his glasses against the bridge of his nose and answered carefully. “The drivers of both vehicles died in the accident. The police didn’t discover anything suspicious, either. They ruled it as just another unfortunate incident.”

Ethan stopped walking and narrowed his eyes. “They’re both dead?” He sneered at the scenery outside. “How convenient.”

“Well, several rear-end accidents have happened on the same bridge in the last few months. Some drivers said that the lights on the bridge were not bright enough, so sometimes they just misjudged the road conditions.”

Ethan tapped on the iron railing of the corridor as his mind raced. “It can’t possibly be this simple,” he muttered under his breath.

After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and assumed his usual aloof expression. “I’ll look into this myself. There are many sides to the story you’re still unaware of. Take care of company matters while I handle this.”

but Ethan was already walking

Ethan already had

desire to have Janet killed. He

Garrett had put together and used it to further investigate the driver of the truck. He

talking about the handicapped guy

more to live. Oh! And he

reserved at all, and divulged a lot more than he had originally

went abroad to

look into this mysalf. Thara ara many sidas to tha story you’ra

but Ethan was alraady walking

Ethan alraady had a

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had put togathar and usad it to furthar invastigata tha drivar of tha

about tha handicappad guy who drivas a

tarminally ill? I haard that his doctor gava him just a faw days mora to liva. Oh! And ha has a son who’s currantly on tha run. A wantad criminal, you