The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1102 The Price Of Saving Luke

‘‘Halt!’ The group turned to face Catherine as she spoke.

Jeremy wanted to move quickly. He had spent too much time and effort today with the Turner couple. He needed to leave.

After the fight, Jeremy kicked aside the bodyguard at his feet and straightened out his wrinkled coat. His eyebrows relaxed as he showed no fear toward Catherine. “You have two options now. If you want to save Luke, hand me your shares in the Turner Group. Or you can let Luke die and leave your firm unattended. After all, I have a lot of time here.”

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Glancing at the man resting on the bed, he said, “I doubt Luke has that much time though.”

After exiting the ward, Jeremy shut the door once more.

Only after Jeremy had departed did Catherine make her way back to her seat with the assistance of a servant. Her once graceful countenance now appeared very pallid, with bloodless lips that made her seem significantly aged.

shares? Once Mr. Turner is awake and becomes aware, he will definitely be mad at you.” The elderly servant, employed by the Turner family for numerous years, couldn’t

she lowered her head in despair, gazing at Luke, who was

of her eyes. “What other options do

elderly servant’s lips as she observed Catherine’s worn-out appearance. The constant setbacks

had heard of Luke’s hospitalization, he felt no need to concern himself with the matter. The Larson Group

focus was on Vivian’s whereabouts, and he relied on Sean

going through a tough time since she was sent overseas. I heard she attempted suicide several times but was either stopped or rescued. Have you received any information on the nursing home where she resides? Vivian has become the prime subject of observation in that facility. I’ve investigated the background of the sanatorium and learned that it was dubbed a “madhouse” by the locals. I’ve also heard that over ten years ago, it was used as a burial ground for deceased soldiers. There appears to be an eerie aura surrounding that place.” Sean had a penchant for delving into peculiar matters, so he had amassed a

asserted, “Mr. Larson, there’s no need to worry. I highly

mind was preoccupied, and he struggled to concentrate on work. He couldn’t shake off the nagging suspicion that

Charis. However, there’s one thing that strikes me as weird.” Sean paused briefly before continuing, “I noticed that a particular phone number frequently appeared in Vivian’s

responsible for Vivian’s plight. Perhaps

a stern expression etched onto his face. As a man in a high-ranking position, Brandon exuded a strong aura that made people

the situation with Vivian has been resolved, what course of action do you suggest we take next? Furthermore, Mrs. Larson has been missing for several days now…” After hearing this, Brandon’s grim expression softened, and a slight smile graced his handsome face. Standing up from the sofa, he grabbed his coat and said, “Get the car