The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1217 Tearing Off Kailee’s Disguise

The moment Kailee discovered that Laney had finally uncovered the truth, and that her own serene facade had been nothing more than an act, a wave of exhilaration surged through her veins.

She lingered in silence for a spell, phone in hand, before decisively dialing Garrett’s number.

The ringing persisted for what felt like an eternity, teetering on the edge of disconnection, when Garrett’s voice finally emerged on the other end.

Kailee had no desire to indulge in further small talk with Garrett.

As soon as his voice graced her ear, she cut to the chase, “When do you intend to honor your vow and arrange our final rendezvous?”

Garrett offered a cursory excuse, “The company has been swamped lately. Let’s revisit this later. Gotta go.”

He was about to end the call when Kailee interjected hastily, “Wait! Hold on!”

s voice. “What more do you want?”

had seen through Kailee’s two-faced and venomous nature. If not for the potential harm it could cause Laney, he would have already severed ties with this devious

this sinister creature was enough

with a malevolent edge as she issued her icy ultimatum, “My patience is wearing thin. You can’t convince me you don’t have a moment to spare. Meet me tomorrow, or I’ll expose our entire

frosted over in an instant, “Is that

no fool,” Kailee scoffed. “If you won’t honor your promise, why should I guard your

mute on the other end of the line. Kailee’s lips curled into a victorious smirk. She knew Garrett

silence, Garrett consented, “Meet me

hung up

her mission and saw no need for further

morning, Kailee donned her most alluring ensemble, complete with stilettos and impeccable poise, and made her way to the hospital. Her scheme was to whisk Garrett away on a romantic escapade, reigniting the

mute and ushered her directly

with a tinge of dissatisfaction. She immediately wore a petulant expression and queried, “Why have you brought me here? I thought we were embarking on a date. Don’t

“This is your final opportunity. Tell me truthfully, what transpired