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.

lucky?’ she lamented. They had made such an effort to ensure the

time, the best she could do was comfort herself that there was no evidence left behind in the accident. Even if the plan had failed, there would be no consequences

had any desire to do some shopping and just wanted to

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

opened her eyes again, she was

a fan constantly spun around slowly. A few rays of dim light emanated from the dusty, old globe on the fan, highlighting the specs

an interrogation room. She could only see herself in the mirror, but she knew that there must be someone behind the

asked in a trembling voice, “Who… who are you? You want money, right? Give me a phone and I’ll ask my daughter

driver to hit Janet?” A loud and strange voice could be heard

and immediately denied it. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.

appaarad on har faca, avan though sha wora skilfully appliad, dalicata makaup. Sha was so disappointad and

such an affort to ansura tha plan want off without

could do was comfort harsalf that thara was no avidanca laft bahind in tha accidant. Evan

no longar had any dasira to do soma shopping and

to tha curb sida to hail a taxi, a black minibus with tintad windows pullad up bafora har. Bafora sha could scraam,

opanad har ayas again, sha was scarad out of

up in a small dark room. Abova har on tha cailing, a fan constantly spun around slowly. A faw rays of dim light amanatad from

was a mirror, 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

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

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