The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 902 Elizabeth Is Back

“Don’t worry.” Brandon gently reassured Janet, and then got out of the car to open the door for her.

As soon as she stepped out, Janet was surrounded by an onslaught of blinding flashes and the sound of shutters, the paparazzi swarming towards her like bees. Frightened, she fled back to the safety of her car.

The reporters who had gathered outside the vehicle turned their attention to Brandon. “Mr. Larson, how are we going to take photos if Mrs. Larson doesn’t show herself?”

At these words, Janet looked at Brandon in disbelief. “You called the paps here?”

Brandon said nothing to deny it. Instead, he led Janet out of the car and explained, “Someone has to do some damage control. We have to make this believable if you want to convince people that you’re not having an affair with Draco.”

Janet quickly understood. The next moment, she was slipping an arm around Brandon’s shoulder, pulling him closer. It was a picturesque portrayal of intimate lovers — a tall, handsome man and a beautiful woman locked in a tight embrace. The two pulled off a convincing performance.

a soft kiss on Brandon’s cheek and leaned on his shoulder, whispering, “I’m going to work, Honey.” Brandon responded by turning his b*ody to capture

her husband so passionately in public like this before. It took a moment to gather her wits, the sensual movement of his lips making her knees weak. Pushing him away,

her burning face with a wicked smirk. He let her go, raising a finger to gently flick at the tip of her nose. “Exactly.

in her hands,

she was inside. Elizabeth had come back. It had been nearly a month since they last saw each other, and Elizabeth was looking much

late for once,”

to hide her excitement at seeing her. She walked over to Elizabeth quickly, beaming as

of her own. “She was discharged from the hospital a few weeks ago. I can’t thank Brandon enough for helping us find the best

some of the excitement from the warm reunion had dissipated, and

for the rumors about me and Mr. Wesley, Dalores might have been the one behind them. However, even if I want to take legal action, Dalores had been in a car accident that killed her yesterday. There is no other way but to let

had been a serious incident. The national highway was blocked off, and the media flocked to the site to report

seen the news, but none of

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