Chapter 1101
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Chapter 1101 The Mysterious Doctor
Jeremy administered the injection to Luke. A few minutes later, Lukeâs eyelids fluttered, and his fingers
moved. The medicine had worked.
The servant, who was taking care of Luke, pointed at him with a trembling finger and exclaimed, âMrs.
Turner, Mr. Turner is waking up!â
Everyoneâs faces lit up at once. Catherine rushed to the bedside, knelt down, and held Lukeâs hand.
âAre you really awake?â
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With all his strength, Luke opened his eyes and looked around. âWhere am I? Am I in a hospital?â
When he finished speaking, he tried propping himself up, only to find that he had no strength to do so.
He fell awkwardly on the bed and shouted hysterically, âI need to go to the company. 1 canât let them
get the Turner Group!â
âYou just woke up. Donât move. Donât worry about the company. I will deal with it myself.â Catherine
was overjoyed that she did not even have time to wipe her tears.
She turned around to thank Jeremy But then, Luke had slipped back into a coma. He lay motionless on
the bed as though his brief awakening had been nothing more than Catherineâs own imagination.
âLuke, can you hear me?! Luke!â Catherine repeatedly called her husbandâs name, but he did not wake
up again. She wiped the tears off her face and looked back at Jeremy. âDr. Button, whatâs going on?â
Jeremy, who had just finished arranging his medical kit, smiled and calmly said. âRelax. Itâs because I
just injected 1% of the dose.â
âWhat?!â Catherine stood up and stared at him with narrowed eyes. It did not take long before she
realized that something was wrong. âHow much do you want? Iâm willing to pay as long as you cure
Luke.â
Jeremy raised his eyebrows and applauded elegantly. âBravo, Mrs. Turner. You really are intelligent. Itâs
no wonder you come from a noble family.â
âCut the bullshit, Jeremy. What exactly do you want?â Catherine asked crossly She could not rest
assured unless she heard the answer from his mouth.
Jeremy took out a document from his medical kit and handed it to her. âYou just need to sign this share
transfer agreement. Then, Iâll cure Luke right away.â
Catherine quickly perused the agreement, and her pupils contracted at the tightly-spaced words on the
page. In a fit of anger, she flung the documents at Jeremyâs face and accused him. âYouâre the one who
took away Vivianâs shares, arenât you?!â
Jeremyâs face turned slightly red as the documents struck him. But instead of bursting into anger, he
just picked them up from the floor and calmly placed them on the table. âItâs true. Iâve also bought a lot
of shares of the Turner Group from other places. It wonât be long before that company becomes mine. I
wonât force you to sign the agreement. But just so you know, nobody can save your dear husband but
me.â
Just as Jeremy was about to turn around to leave, Catherine stopped him. With the help of a servant,
she walked over to him and asked, âWhy do you want to get the Turner Group?ââ
She had no idea who Jeremy was, much less had enmity with him.
Jeremy shrugged his shoulders and casually answered, âIâve always had high hopes for the Turner
Group. However, over the past few years, it hasnât thrived under Lukeâs leadership. Iâm confident that
the Turner Group will flourish under mine,â
âBullshit!â Catherine gnashed her teeth in pure hatred. She felt so weak that if it had not been for the
servant, she might have collapsed.
Why did Vivian transfer her shares to Jeremy, though?
There was only one possible reason for that. Jeremy must have sent Vivian to infiltrate the Turner
family, and Catherine had unwittingly fallen into their elaborate scheme.
âYou want to destroy our family, donât you? If you want the shares, we can sit down and talk! Why are
you taking advantage of the situation?â Catherine laughed sardonically and added, âI wouldnât be
surprised if I found out that you caused Lukeâs coma.â
Jeremy smiled faintly and replied, âSince you sound so sure, why donât you call the police and have me
interrogated for, say, three days? Letâs see whoâll die first: Luke or me?â
A glint of coldness flickered in Jeremyâs expressionless eyes.
Unfortunately, Catherine could not call the police as she did not have evidence that proved Jeremy had
poisoned her husband.
Just a few days ago, she and Luke had been preoccupied with Vivianâs affairs, leaving them both
drained. The exhaustion muddled her memory, and she struggled to recall the individuals they had
encountered or the food they had consumed.
Maybe Jeremy had drugged Luke at the time. Catherine looked at Jeremy, and a sneer tugged at the
corners of her mouth.
âDo you honestly think you can run away?â She turned to her companions and ordered, âCatch him!â In
an instant, a group of over a dozen bodyguards burst into the room. With a smile playing at the corners
of his lips, Jeremy snatched up his medical kit, his eyes ablaze with k*illing intent. He deftly evaded the
punches and kicks of the bodyguards with impressive agility and fighting skills. Despite his tall stature,
he swiftly brought down more than a dozen of them in just a few minutes.
âWow. I never thought youâre that insincere. I guess you donât want Luke to be saved.â Jeremy, with a
fierce look in his eyes, stepped on the head of one of the bodyguards, asserting his dominance. The
remaining bodyguards dared not to act rashly for fear they would suffer his wrath. Catherine suddenly
raised her hand, signaling everyone to back off.