Chapter 1250
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Chapter 1250 She Was So Endearing
The air in the reception room crackled with tension, drawing the worried gazes of the receptionist and
assistant just outside.
Peeking in, the assistant hesitantly offered, âMr. and Mrs. Larson, allow us to handle this.â
The receptionist, who had been quietly observing the unfolding drama, also chimed in nervously, âYes,
weâll clean up. Please, take a break.â
Neither wanted to witness their boss clash with his wife, fearing potential fallout.
Brandon glanced at them, icily commanding, âYou may leave for the day.â Relieved, the receptionist
and assistant bid their farewells and hastily exited.
Janetâs fury flared as she watched them leave.
Through gritted teeth, she spat, âBrandon! Theyâre my employees. Why do they obey you so willingly?â
With a raised eyebrow, he replied, âIâve paid them a portion of their salaries in advance.â
Janet was momentarily speechless. âYouâ¦â
Fearing her anger, Brandon added, âIf it truly bothers you, you can repay me once the studio turns a
profit.â
Unexpectedly, this only fueled Janetâs anger.
She seethed with anger at Brandonâs unilateral decision-making, feeling as if he wanted to control her
life.
She then stormed out without a backward glance.
Brandon could only sigh and helplessly followed her.
As she fumed, Janet remembered she hadnât changed the address on the social platform. Pulling out
her phone, she angrily updated it on the go.
She refused to use the shop Brandon had secured as her studio!
Absorbed in her task, Janet was startled by a car horn and heard a man shouting, âGet out of the way!
Move!â
Perplexed, Janet lifted her head. In a heartbeat, her eyes widened with terror as she found herself
staring into the path of an oncoming motorcycle.
Although she yearned to evade the imminent danger, the sight of the speeding motorcycle left her
paralyzed.
Fear consumed her, stealing away any chance to react in time.
Just as the motorcycle was about to collide with Janet, a strong grip yanked her back.
She found herself enveloped by Brandonâs arms.
His sturdy chest shielded her as they tumbled to the ground, followed by a muffled groan beneath her.
âAre you okay?â Brandon asked, concern lacing his voice. âDid you get hurt?â
Suddenly lucid, tears welled in Janetâs eyes. Scrambling to her feet, she anxiously inspected him for
injuries. âIâm fine. Are you hurt?â
âOuch!â Brandon winced, raising his left hand. âMy hand hurts. I think itâs dislocated.â
Janet flew into a panic. She choked back tears. âWe need to get to a hospital.â
Gently extending his right hand, Brandon wiped away Janetâs tears. âItâs not a problem. Letâs head
home; we have a family doctor.â
âOkayâ¦â Nodding through sobs, Janet gingerly supported him. âBe careful. Donât t*ouch your left
hand.â
Seeing her concern, Brandonâs heart softened.
She was so endearing.
Upon arriving home, Janet rushed to find the doctor.
âHoney, wait.â
Her hand was suddenly caught by Brandon.
Puzzled, she turned to see him holding her with his supposedly injured left hand.
He tricked her!
Realizing sheâd been deceived, Janet tried to wrench free and flee.
But in the next instant, she found herself swept into Brandonâs arms as he carried her toward the
bedroom.