The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Charis was stunned speechless. She clutched the woman’s hand and demanded, “And then? Where is that man now? Is he all right?”

“Ouch, that hurts! Are you insane? How am I supposed to know what’s going on inside when I’m already here?” The woman flung Charis’ hand away and fled, cussing as she ran.

For a moment, Charis stood rooted to the spot.

Her eyes were clouded with panic and confusion.

She never expected Brandon to risk his life to save Janet in such a situation. He hadn’t even been with Janet that long since he lost his memory!

Charis whipped out her phone and hurriedly called the man she had hired. The moment the call connected, she let out a litany of curses. “Didn’t I tell you?! You should have separated those two! Can’t you even do something so simple?”

The man’s voice trembled slightly. “We followed your instructions, Miss Turner, we really did! But the corridors of this attraction are dark and narrow. As soon as the fire broke out, everyone just rushed to the exit. You can’t blame us for losing that man in the middle of all the chaos.”

Charis anxiously paced by the entrance of the haunted house. She told herself to calm down and consider her options. After a moment, she asked. “Do you at least know which direction he was heading for? Go and find him!”

The man’s breath caught in his throat. “Miss Turner, that’s impossible. There’s no way for us to find someone in a raging fire. We are no firefighters. Besides, we have no idea where the gentleman has gone.”

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Charis screamed in frustration. She cupped her forehead, not knowing what else

death in the fire that she had instigated. Unable to bear the thought, Charis took off her coat and pulled it over her head, before rushing into the burning

let anything happen

scene. When they spotted a woman running in

advance. As long as she didn’t make any mistakes, she might be

billowing smoke. It was like she had walked into a massive oven. She couldn’t even tell whether her tears were from the heat or the smoke. Soon, Charis was gasping for air

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