Chapter 1025

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 1025 The Dashcam

As soon as Sean left the 10th floor, Vivian rushed to the bathroom, her face contorting with panic.

Within seconds of Vivian’s entry, her complexion had taken on a deathly pallor. She stared at herself in

the mirror, in a tizzy, and forced herself to calm down.

She had heard the conversation between Sean and the technical staff loud and clear and was shocked

that they had managed to repair the damaged dashcam so quickly. Thinking back to the events of two

nights ago, fear crept up her spine.

She had hired someone to tamper with Sean’s convertible, hoping to take advantage of the fact that

Janet would also be at the party and Brandon would be occupied with a long meeting. She had thought

that even if Brandon found out something had happened to Janet, he wouldn’t be able to save her right

away.

She thought she had all the odds in her favor. But as it turned out, something still went wrong. Vivian

had no idea how Janet had ended up on Wildepond Road, a route with few cars and a flat terrain that

had made the rescue mission easier.

In an effort to protect Janet, Brandon allegedly left the meeting with his business partners and

stockholders that evening.

Now, although Janet was safe, Brandon was seriously injured and in the hospital. The Larson Group

would surely investigate the matter thoroughly. If the video of the dashcam was restored…

Vivian’s mind raced with worry. In the end, she couldn’t take it anymore and called the person she had

hired.

If it weren’t for the critical situation, Vivian wouldn’t have taken the risk and made the call.

Vivian hired a gambler, whose name was Roger Wilde, to do the deed that night.

When it came to shady and harmful things, Roger was a master of his art. When he answered the

phone, he too was panicking. “Why are you calling me now?” he asked. “The dashcam has been

repaired by the people of the Larson Group. If I don’t call you, you won’t know how you’ll meet your

demise,” Vivian said through gritted teeth. “I need to ask you something. Did the camera catch you at

the time?”

Roger chuckled, “So what if it did? I was wearing a mask and a hat, my face was covered. Even if they

see me in the camera, so what? I don’t think they can recognize me even if I stand right in front of them

now.”

Vivian was beyond frustrated. “Do you think you’ve just offended some regular Joes? This time, both

Brandon and the White family are involved. They’re looking into it together. Even if your face wasn’t

caught by the camera, they still have ways of tracking you down.”

But Roger was unafraid. “The situation is dire. It looks like you’ll have to give me more money.

Otherwise, don’t blame me for spilling the beans when they catch me!” “If you keep talking to me like

that, I won’t protect you,” Vivian warned. She realized that telling Roger everything was only digging

her own grave.

“Whatever. Everyone in Barnes knows the Larson Group. If I go down, you’re coming with me,” Roger

threatened. Obviously, Roger was more ferocious than Vivian.

Vivian took a deep breath and asked coldly, “How much do you want?”

“Five hundred thousand dollars,” Roger demanded exorbitantly.

“Fine,” Vivian said through gritted teeth.

She knew that no matter how much money she paid, it wouldn’t stop Roger from eventually telling the

truth. The only way to keep a secret was to take it to the grave. She would have to go see Roger in

person.

Vivian gritted her teeth. “I’ll give you the cash in person, and then you can flee. There’s an unfinished

building in the suburbs. I’ll text you the address. Meet me there.”

Roger didn’t suspect a thing. “Miss Cooper, you’re so thoughtful. I’ll see you and the money at five

o’clock.”

At the same moment, Sean was on his way to the technical department. He opened the door, walked

in, and was surprised that someone had beaten him there. “Mrs. Larson, who told you to come here?”