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.

on short notice. They would do anything for money. Besides, they didn’t know Jocelyn. The woman in front of him

she must be Jocelyn. Hearing what they said, Janet breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like they didn’t sense anything wrong. Janet had changed into Jocelyn’s clothes, and it was late

was probably why they didn’t realize she

are you taking her?”

exchanged glances and burst out

us. Give us the money and consider the job done. We know what to

flinched back. The men’s maniacal laughter and their hungry eyes disgusted

what they might do to her. Ethan cast a sidelong glance at Janet and saw the hesitation in her eyes. He

do as agreed,” he said, waving his

louder and reverberated across the silent street. They carried Jocelyn into the car and slammed the door shut. Soon, the engine started, and plumes