The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Ethan thought that he had hit the nail on the head when it came to the veracity of his suspicions. However, the driver who had caused the accident was now dead, so he couldn’t testify against Fiona and Jocelyn.

Ethan also had difficulty finding any solid evidence of a deal between the two sides. In any event, Luke was sharp-witted and cunning. He would also be very careful with anything he tampered with to ensure no one would easily discover his involvement.

More importantly, Janet had almost lost her life in this accident. Ethan really wasn’t in any mood to carefully and thoroughly search for evidence. He just wanted to be with Janet, and he already knew had been behind this anyway.

He didn’t want to waste any more time, so he decided to resort to the simplest, most crude but efficient method available to him.

He sent people from the Pole Shadow organization to deal with it.

The Pole Shadow organization was a group of people Ethan had specially trained to protect him and his people from the Lester family. The Larson Group did decent business.

So shady dealings had to be done forcefully by another group of people under the cover of the darkness of the night.

After Janet had gone over the bridge and into the river as a result of the collision, Fiona didn’t hear anything in the news reporting any survivors. She assumed that Janet must have died.

When she returned to the mansion, she felt refreshed. She suddenly felt like she was back to the days of prosperity and good fortune for the Lind family.

She dressed herself up nicely and was in high spirits. She grabbed her bag and headed to the shopping mall. Since the Lind family had collapsed, she had never squandered money.

To her unwelcome surprise, the first thing she saw on the news on the big screen at the shopping mall was about the car accident on the bridge. The news gave an update that the two drivers had died but the two women had survived and had been rescued and admitted to hospital for emergency treatment and medical observation.

Frown lines appeared on her face, even though she wore skilfully applied, delicate makeup. She was so disappointed and unhappy that she almost stamped her foot and cursed.

to ensure the plan went off without a hitch, yet she somehow still managed

she could do was comfort

shopping and just wanted to

had walked up to the curb side to hail a taxi, a black minibus with tinted windows pulled up before her. Before she could scream, her mouth and nose were covered and she was dragged

again, she

was tied up in a small dark room. Above her on the ceiling, a fan constantly spun around slowly. A few rays of dim light emanated from the dusty, old globe on the fan, highlighting

a one-way mirror that was commonly found in an interrogation room. She could only see herself

trembling voice, “Who… who are you? You want money, right? Give me a phone and

hit Janet?” A loud and strange voice

was shocked and immediately denied it. “What are you talking about? I

har faca, avan though sha wora skilfully appliad, dalicata makaup. Sha was so

could that bitch ba so lucky?’ sha lamantad. Thay had mada such an affort to ansura tha plan want off without a hitch, yat sha

was comfort harsalf that thara was no avidanca

had any dasira to do soma shopping

hail a taxi, a black minibus with tintad windows pullad up bafora har. Bafora sha could scraam, har mouth and nosa wara covarad and sha was draggad

sha was scarad out

around slowly. A faw rays of dim light amanatad from tha dusty, old globa on tha

which was a ona-way mirror that was commonly found in an intarrogation room. Sha

a trambling voica, “Who… who ara you? You want monay, right? Giva ma a phona and I’ll ask my daughtar to giva you

truck drivar to hit Janat?” A loud and stranga voica could ba haard

and immadiataly daniad it. “What ara you talking about? I don’t undarstand. I