Chapter 992


    The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire


    Chapter 992 What A Coincidence


    When J awoke, she was greeted by the bright morning light streaming through the window. She


    had had a great time the previous night, but now her entire b*ody ached and felt weak.


    Brandon, on the other hand, seemed to have no trace of tiredness. He wrapped his arms around her


    from behind and kissed her slender neck. “You sure know how to turn on the charm, darling.”


    J blushed and hid under the nket at thepliment. But Brandon’s muffledughter could be


    heard. He handed her phone to her and said, “Someone called several times youst night.” 2


    In the heat of the moment the previous evening, J never got a moment to check her phone.


    When she looked at her phone, she saw several missed calls and a message from Elizabeth asking if


    she and Brandon were all okay.


    With a faint smile, J put aside her phone and looked at Brandon. She asked him curiously, “Has


    Frank ever been in love before?”


    “I’m not sure,” Brandon replied cautiously. He didn’t know Frank’s romantic history, but he suspected


    that Frank had been in a rtionship before, so that was as much as he could say.


    J was used to his reticence on some topics. It seemed that he wasn’t interested in gossip at all. He


    held her in his arms and said, “But Frank is a reliable man, someone you can count on. That’s for sure.”


    J turned to look into Brandon’s eyes, which were filled with sincerity. A smile then appeared on her


    face out of nowhere.


    She thought that Elizabeth might have finally found a good man.


    When it was time to go to work, they headed downstairs to check out. Brandon asked the receptionist,


    “Do you remember the short-haired waitress from yesterday? Is she still here at work now? I need to


    ask her something.” Almost all the waitresses there had long hair, so when Brandon mentioned the


    woman with short hair, the receptionist knew exactly who he was talking about. She sighed and said,


    “I’m sorry, sir, but the waitress you mentioned was involved in an ident yesterday and is currently in


    aa in the hospital.”


    “But she was fine yesterday! What happened?” J eximed in surprise.


    The receptionist couldn’t give them further information, so she called the hotel manager to handle the


    matter.


    The manager of the hotel recognized Brandon and J and knew that they were not his average


    Joes. In order to avoid any negative publicity for the hotel, the manager invited them to the VIP lounge


    and exined the situation in detail.


    “It was just an unfortunate ident. There was an issue with the stairs, but we will be more careful in


    the future. Please don’t be rmed. On behalf of the hotel, I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience


    or whatever this may have caused. Mr. and Mrs. Larson, your stay at the hotel this time will be on the


    house. By the way, what was it you wanted to ask her about?” The manager sensed that something


    was off about Brandon and J’s interest in the humble waitress.


    “It’s nothing serious, just a few minor questions,” Brandon said with a smile, but he was deeply


    suspicious. The ident urred at a very convenient time.


    Was it a coincidence? Or had someone deliberately tried to prevent them from learning the truth?


    As J walked out of the hotel, she couldn’t help but feel regretful. “We should have found the time to


    ask her yesterday.”


    Brandon, with aposed demeanor, reassured her, “Don’t worry. The person who is pulling the


    strings behind us will eventuallye out.”


    J sensed that Brandon had a n in mind, but he didn’t give her a chance to inquire. Instead, he


    gently suggested, “Let the driver take you to the studio. I’ll head back to thepany for now.”


    He opened the car door and waited until J was settled inside before departing.


    ******


    Then J returned to the W Marks Studio. Upon sitting down, J was greeted by a rushing


    Elizabeth. J hadn’t called back or replied to her message, so Elizabeth assumed that J and


    Brandon had gotten into a brawl.


    However, when she saw J arrive at work in Brandon’s car, her concerns dissipated.


    Elizabeth appeared relieved and affectionately nudged J’s shoulder, “I wouldn’t have thought you


    were so skilled at smoothing things over. Brandon was pretty grumpy yesterday. But he drove you here


    today. Spill the beans, what did you do?”


    J’s face turned red as she covered it with her hands and said, “I just rified everything and we


    made up.”


    “Ah, I see,” Elizabeth said with a knowing smile. Seeing the love bites on J’s neck, she couldn’t


    resist giggling.


    Perhaps it was Elizabeth’s conspicuous gaze that made J aware of them. She quickly grabbed a


    scarf from the drawer and wrapped it around her neck. “Don’t stare at me like that all the time.”


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    J held her ming cheeks with her hands, feeling extremely embarrassed.


    “Did I see something? No! The thing is, Derek’s manager sent me the final confirmation message,


    requesting that Imence production on the clothes.” All things being equal, Elizabeth had


    sessfully acquired the cooperation.


    Exhaling a sigh of relief, J said, “Derek won’t be a thorn in our side anymore.”


    Elizabeth nodded with a grin and mentioned another thing before leaving, “Este called the studio this


    morning in a hurry, looking for you. I assume she couldn’t get through to you, so she called the studio.


    Be sure to call her back promptly. She sounded quite flustered.”


    J then called Este.


    Este was indeed very anxious, and her voice was quite irritable. “J! I thought you had vanished


    from the face of the earth. Remember toe to the award ceremony this weekend. I’ve told the


    organizers that you are the designer of my dress and you must be there!”