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.

Besides, they didn’t know Jocelyn. The woman in front of

relief. It looked like they didn’t sense anything

probably why they didn’t realize she was the wrong

you taking her?” Janet subconsciously

men exchanged glances

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

men’s maniacal laughter and their hungry eyes

cast a

do as agreed,” he said, waving his

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