Chapter 493: Waste Of Time
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
âMr. Larson, weâll get this project, I guarantee it. Youâre such a visionary for coming to Barnes for
development. Your suggestion at the meeting just now was revolutionary!â
As the shareholders filed out of the meeting room, they kept flattering Ethan.
Ethan smiled courteously but said nothing. He got his private phone back from the assistant and
checked it for messages.
The next second, his expression darkened.
âWhy didnât you tell me someone had sent me a message?â he asked his assistant in a low voice.
The assistant was so frightened that he stammered, âWell, Mr. Larson, you never check your phone
during such significant meetings. You told me never to bother you with texts or calls.â
Ethan reread the text from Janet and frowned. The shareholders from the meeting just now exchanged
glances when they saw Ethanâs dramatic change in disposition. What couldâve happened? Did stock
prices plummet? Ethan tried dialing Janetâs number, but he couldnât get through.
âMove tonightâs meeting to tomorrow.â With an icy cold expression, Ethan grabbed his suit jacket and
stormed out of the building. Almost every single time he left Janet alone, something bad happened to
her.
This made him seriously consider bringing her with him wherever he went. She was an adult for crying
out loud. Why couldnât she take care of herself? Skydiving was an extreme sport. Besides, given their
current situation, neither of them were safe. The Lester family was out to kill them. 1
Ethan closed the car door. He didnât know which club Janet had gone to, so he asked the driver to head
to the northern Suburbs first. Most parachute clubs in
Barnes were located there.
He leaned against the window and rested his forehead on his hand. He blamed himself for not reading
the message in time. If he had seen it earlier, he wouldnât have allowed Janet to go. Two hours had
passed since Janet texted him. Ethan tried calling her again, but to no avail. Just as he was about to
give up, the call suddenly connected and he heard a woman crying on the other end of the line.
âWhoâs this? Whereâs Janet?â Ethan narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He could instantly tell that this
voice didnât belong to his wife. Janet wouldnât cry like that.
âThis is⦠Lila,â the woman said in between sobs. Her pitiful crying only annoyed Ethan. âGive the
phone to Janet,â he said coldly.
âNo⦠Janet⦠Janet isnât here. Sheâ¦â Lila was too choked with sobs to complete a single sentence.
âIâm⦠Sorry. Iâm just so scaredâ¦â Ethanâs patience soon wore thin. He raised his voice and shouted,
âWhat happened?â
His angry voice struck fear in Lilaâs heart. She promptly stopped crying and said, âJanet⦠Her
parachute malfunctioned. Oh, my God! I donât know what to do⦠I justâ¦â
Ethanâs heart sank when he heard this. Anxious to get more details, âTell me everything. Now.â
âWe⦠She⦠I donât know⦠It happened so fast. This is all my fault. oh, God! This is all my faultâ¦â Lila
seemed to be scared out of her wits. She couldnât stop crying nor could she speak coherently. Ethan
rubbed his temples and took a deep breath.
âStop crying, will you?â Why was this woman so useless? She was wasting his precious time. It
seemed that Lila didnât understand what he was asking. She just kept sobbing into the receiver. Ethan
tried asking her again, but no matter what he couldnât get any useful information out of her. He was so
angry that he hung up the phone directly. Then he dialed his assistantâs number. His tone was bone-
chillingly cold.
âCheck all the parachute clubs in Barnes quickly and find out which one Mrs. Larson went to.â
The assistant was quite efficient. Minutes later, he called Ethan back and reported, âMr. Larson, there
are only two parachute clubs open for business today in Barnes, and one of them was full this morning.
The club you are looking for should be Mountaintop Parachute Club. They received two female
customers earlier this afternoon.â
Ethan gave the driver the instructions and the luxury car sped on the expressway towards the
Mountaintop Parachute Club.