Chapter 1330 Compensation of Ten Million
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
âYouâre Janet, arenât you? The one who killed my sister? What did she do to deserve that?â
âYou wonât escape our grasp, you monster!â
âEither go to jail or compensate us financially! We wonât let you get away with this!â
The towering men fired off accusations, their greedy, predatory gazes roving over Janet, calculating the
potential monetary gain they could squeeze from her.
The supposed kin of the late Vivi bore no signs of genuine grief in their eyes, only ruthless greed and
cold calculation, akin to a pack of wild beasts hungrily sizing up their next meal. Their brazen stares
and vulgar words ignited a flame of fury in Janet.
She didnât believe they were seeking justice for Vivi; instead, it seemed like a thinly veiled attempt to
exploit her supposed guilt for their own financial gain.
âSeems to me youâre more interested in my wallet than in justice,â Janet retorted, struggling to keep her
anger in check. âIf itâs just money you want, I suggest you turn around. We have nothing further to
discuss.â
One of the burly men balled his hands into fists, his eyes blazing with fury. âYour wallet? Mind your
words! You took my niece from us. Isnât it fair that we get some recompense? Money canât fix what
youâve done. Itâs only just that you pay with your own life.â
âExactly! Whatâs wrong with demanding compensation?â
Another hulking man chimed in. âYouâre rich, arenât you? Why the penny- pinching? Youâve taken a life-
thatâs a grave sin. If we call the cops, you could be behind bars for life. Consider yourself lucky weâre
only seeking money and not pressing charges!â
With just a few venomous words, theyâd pinned the murder on Janet. She nearly laughed in bitter
disbelief. âSo, how much will it take to soothe your wounded hearts?â
Their eyes lit up at the prospect of extortion, a spark of sadistic pleasure flashing in their eyes.
The ringleader cleared his throat, eyes gleaming as he raised a single finger.
Janet snorted in disbelief, âOne million?â
The self-proclaimed leader squared his shoulders, his chin jutting out defiantly. âOne million? Thatâs a
pittance⦠It doesnât begin to cover Viviâs lost life. She was young, vibrant, with a full life ahead. Fair
compensation would be a hundred million! But we wonât be that demanding. Just ten million will
suffice.â
Janet was taken aback by their audacity. She couldnât help a cold, bitter laugh, her heart somewhat
aching for Vivi.
Her so-called family were merely leeches, devoid of emotion. They showed no interest in the truth of
Viviâs demise; they simply saw it as a golden opportunity to fill their pockets. For them, the identity of
the perpetrator didnât matter as long as they were paid off. Viviâs tragic end never factored into their
twisted equation.
Seeing this, fury surged within Brandon like a tidal wave. These people had started slinging mud at
Janet the moment they saw her. They werenât here to seek justice for Vivi, but to wring money from her!
Brandonâs features twisted into a scowl as he stepped in, placing himself between the accusers and
Janet. âUtter one more slanderous word, and youâll me the day you crossed our path,â Brandon
warned, his tone laced with menace, his eyes promising retribution. âKeep spouting this nonsense and
Iâll make you regret.â As soon as the words left his lips, the door burst open and bodyguards flooded
into the room. They were well-drilled, forming a protective wall around Brandon and Janet. The roomâs
atmosphere turned electric. The robust menâs expressions morphed into shock at the sudden
appearance of the formidable bodyguards, realizing that they were outmatched. Sensing the futility of
their confrontation, they reluctantly clamped their mouths shut.
The elderly pair, who had been weeping earlier,ninjanovel.com were so startled by the scene that they
huddled together, their crying replaced with trembling fear.
Janetâs heart softened at the sight of the fnghtened seniors. She gently pulled at Brandonâs sleeve and
met his gaze, signaling that she wished to handle the situation herself.
With Janetâs safety guaranteed, Brandon gave his unwavering support to her decision.
The imposing bodyguards kept the reception room in an eerie silence. The burly men didnât dare stir
any further trouble, even taking a few synchronized steps back.
Janet moved forward, standing tall, and locked eyes with Viviâs aged parents.
âI am not the one who took Viviâs life, and I wonât be paying you a single dime,â she declared with
unwavering conviction. At Janetâs refusal, the burly menâs faces soured, their hopes of easy money
dashed.