The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

It was late at night, and only a few people were on the street

Janet stood outside the cafe and stared at the minibus driving toward her. She broke into a cold sweat as the vehicle approached her.

The headlights of the minibus pierced into the dark alley. The car trundled into the street and halted in front of

Janet. Just then, the door flew open. As Janet dropped her palm that was blocking the light, she saw several men storming out of the car. 

They were all dressed in black, wearing baseball caps and masks. Janet looked up, and her gaze met one of the men’s fierce eyes. It was the same man who had brought the spiked coffee for her in the cafe. He was the rapist Kent had mentioned earlier.

“Is this her?” The man in the lead walked forward and asked in a hushed voice.

They would do anything for money. Besides, they didn’t know Jocelyn. The woman in front

Hearing what they said, Janet breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like they didn’t sense anything wrong.

didn’t realize she was the wrong

taking her?” Janet subconsciously gripped Jocelyn’s

exchanged glances and burst

done. We know what to do,” the man in the lead replied

laughter and their hungry eyes disgusted

a sidelong glance at Janet and saw the hesitation in her

her away and do as agreed,” he said, waving his

street. They carried Jocelyn into the car and slammed the door shut. Soon, the engine started, and plumes of smoke rose from