The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 949 Enemies

Sean didn’t know the woman in front of him.

He just had the impression that she was young, careless, and quite naive. However, the experienced hunter always preferred to act like a prey. Perhaps this woman was just acting stupid. He needed to be more cautious. “What are you thinking about? Why are you distracted?” Estella was confused. Why did Brandon’s personal assistant appear so clueless?

“I’m sorry. I cannot answer any of your questions. Please leave,” Sean said in a cold tone and turned around to leave.

Estella, on the other hand, was heartless and shameless. She ran after Sean, and when she caught up with him, she pulled a few bills from her bag. “I know what you mean,” she said as she put the money in Sean’s suit’s pocket. “I just want to ask you a few questions.”

Sean took the money out of his pocket and discovered it was only two dollars.

Sean was shocked. Did she think that he was asking for money in exchange for a favor?

He handed back the money to Estella. “Miss, something big has happened in the Larson Group. No one is allowed to come in now,” he said firmly. If you’re not complying with my request, I’ll have to ask the security guards to kick you out.”

in her hand. She didn’t expect Sean to be this stubborn.

don’t you go to Brandon’s office

awkwardly. “I can’t do that now,” he said, thinking Brandon and Janet might

“Look, it’s not convenient for Mr. and Mrs. Larson to see you right now,” Sean told Estela, who seemed confused by his vague admonishing. He had to stop her or he

couldn’t think of a reason why Sean was being obtuse. “Can’t I go in by myself? It looks like you’re just making things

the hall for a moment,” he let out a sigh and continued.

Estella said, putting her

The white gauze on her wound began to stain with bright red blood. “Oh my God, it hurts!” exclaimed Estella as she lowered herself to a squatting position. “How can you be so brazen? Just because

the wound on her arm and seemed to remember

you Estella?” he asked. “Were you the one injured for saving Mrs. Larson?” He thought of

exclaimed. She had expected her heroic action and stunning

remorse. He helped Estela get up. “You must be good friends if you fought for Mrs. Larson

friends,” Estella sobbed as she wiped away her tears. “But you wouldn’t believe

do when he saw Estella’s tearful face, so he took