The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Brandon took out his phone and called Janet at once.

On the other end, Janet was rather surprised that he would take the initiative to call her.

“Where are you?” he snapped as soon as she answered.

He soon realized how harsh he sounded, though. He cleared his throat and added in a much softer tone, “Why aren’t you home?”

Janet was currently having breakfast. She leisurely took a sip of her milk before replying. “I was just about to tell you. I’ve come back to Barnes.”

“What are you doing in Barnes?” Brandon asked, obviously unhappy.

It made Janet burst into laughter. “I work here, so it shouldn’t be that surprising. I’ve been working remotely in the last few days, but it’s far from convenient. If I continued to stay in Seacisco, my career would suffer eventually.”

Brandon opened his mouth to express his grievance, but found that he didn’t know the right words to say.

After floundering for a couple of seconds, he decided not to say anything altogether. Even so, a menacing scowl appeared on his face, and his fingers tightened around his phone.

“Fine,” he breathed before hanging up and brooding by the window.

Brandon devoted most

finally focus on his business, just how it should have always been. Even so, every time he came home at

and rainy day in Seacisco. Autumn was coming to an end. The electric fireplace crackled in the living room, obscuring half of

as though he was slowly drowning in the desolation that filled his heart, much like the

table, and the photos hanging on the wall. These were tiny, inconspicuous details that

she had left traces of her everywhere. Now that she was gone, he slept alone and ate alone. Brandon found that he was rather

the breakfast spread before him was tasteless

the strange and indescribable emotions that were tormenting him, Brandon decided to move back to the hotel

to seeing Janet cooking at home, waiting for him. She would greet him with that bright smile of hers, and then urge him to wash his hands before telling him that dinner was

never came true. To say that he was disappointed would be a gross

much it affected every other aspect of his life. He had even begun paying attention to the goings-on in the fashion industry. Despite this, he never made

was something wrong with the project being handled by one of their branch offices in Barnes. He was suggesting that Brandon deal

think sending an experienced project manager to take over it should be enough to settle the matter. Besides, Garrett is already in Barnes. You don’t have to go there yourself. It’s a rather long and tedious trip, too. It would be a hassle to go

projects in Seacisco have been coming along swimmingly, so there’s nothing to worry about. I haven’t been to our branch company in Barnes in so long, anyway, so this would be a good opportunity for me to

told himself that it wasn’t as if he had any personal agenda; he was only going to

all. He certainly wouldn’t be going