The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 868 This Is Not The Way To The Hotel

The hour was late, and the cold night wind was blowing. The wind caused Janet to sober up a little. However, her legs and feet still remained frail, and she was unable to walk.

“Where are you taking me?” Janet opened her eyes in a daze to take a look at the models who were supporting her.

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Like silver bells, the laughter of the models were crisp in Janet’s ears. “We’re getting you back to the hotel. You’re drunk. Sleep well now. We’re women just like you; it’s not like we’re gonna hurt you. We’ll get you back safely.” The two models had already placed Janet in the car as they were talking. They sat on either side of her, left and right, sandwiching her in the middle.

Janet felt so drunk, she bent her head to rest on the shoulder of one of the female models, and then she shut her eyes to rest. It didn’t come to her attention that the scenery outside the window slowly switched from the lively high-rise buildings to a grim woodland, veering completely away from the direction the hotel was in.

Some time passed, and Janet was jolted up slightly from a low ring in her bag. She fought to keep her eyelids open, brought out her phone, and took the call. It was Brandon calling.

are you, honey? I’ll come get

now.” The road however, appeared a little dark, and she was unable to see the exact road the car was on. Being so drunk, Janet

you earlier, is he the one who

to her. She

a bit unclear and odd. Brandon felt

feel so dizzy all of a sudden…” Janet started feeling

out low this time. “Stay alert. Something could be off about the models around you.” Immediately the words left his mouth and went across

The two models beside Janet roughly plucked her phone away immediately after they noticed her on a phone call. “You’re drunk. You shouldn’t be answering calls. Just enjoy a good sleep. We’ll wake you when we get to the hotel.” The model hurriedly ended

she could only see the shadow of trees. Struggling to hang on to her consciousness, she croaked weakly, “Where are you taking me?

traffic jam was ahead so the driver is taking another route. No need to worry. We’ll get you

sitting in the front row turned as well to give Janet a willful smile. “Just sleep. We’ll

was so odd. Her instincts screamed at her to get out of the car and flee as far away as possible, but her b*ody was too heavy. Her eyelids seemed