The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

“Mom, I haven’t even figured out what’s wrong with Brandon yet. I can’t let our marriage end just like that. If we get divorced, Charis will have gotten exactly what she wanted. I have to figure out what on earth is going on first. Since Brandon doesn’t want to tell me the truth, I’ll have to find it out myself.” As she spoke, Janet’s voice was soft but firm.

“I’m only worried that you’ll get hurt, Janet. Brandon’s attitude toward you is very clear now. He just wants you to be his wife on paper.” Johanna sighed heavily.

Janet lowered her head, trying to hide the sadness in her eyes.

“Mom, I know where you’re coming from. It’s true. Brandon doesn’t love me anymore. And I don’t know why. But given the circumstances, no matter how hard I try to get close to him, it just doesn’t work. I have to be cold and negotiate with him directly, showing him the advantages and disadvantages of being with me. Maybe that way, Brandon will pay more attention to our relationship. As long as I can spend more time with him, I am confident that I can bring the previous Brandon back.”

Johanna knew she wouldn’t be able to change her daughter’s mind.

Since Janet was her precious daughter, she could only support whatever Janet wanted to do.

Finally, she snorted and said seriously, “If Brandon makes you cry again, I won’t let him or the Larson Group go.”

“Thanks, Mom. I know you’re the best!” Tears welled up in Janet’s eyes again. She couldn’t help but throw herself into her mother’s arms, acting like a spoiled child.

were always a smooth

can’t blame her. You know what? Janet’s temper is just like yours when you were young. She got her stubbornness from

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back to the hotel with Johanna and Beal. Instead, she moved back to

foot inside the house, she heard the sound of engine coming from the gate of the

a handsome but indifferent man standing

as before, but his

the most familiar stranger to

looked around the almost empty living room. Her voice was a little sad. “Brandon, I got into an accident only two weeks ago,

looked around the house and found that it was

a long time. Charis was the one who

the sofa and sat down. Stroking the spotless sofa, she sneered in disdain, “Don’t you think that Charis has interfered too much? Isn’t she

Brandon felt that Charis had crossed the

to be his personal assistant’s job. With Charis’s