Chapter 939
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire
Chapter 939 The Demonstration Crowd
A dozen people protesting loudly welcomed Vivian as she walked out of the door. Their screams were
hysterical and their voices roared over the sound of guards and patrolmen attempting to maintain the
order outside.
âThe Larson Group has called the police. Arenât you afraid of being arrested?â Vivian reminded them
kindly, pretending to be a passerby.
âDo you think weâre afraid even if Brandon calls the police? The conflict between the Larson Group and
their clients shouldnât involve the materials merchants. It has nothing to do with us. Those contractors
are refusing to give us money, we have nowhere else to go but the Larson Group! I have a family to
support and we need the money. The Larson Group has to pay me!â Jethro Patel, the manufacturer,
cursed angrily.
Vivian scanned the banner the wind had blown away. Written on it was how the Larson Group caused
the bankruptcy of the factory, along with rows and rows of insults and curses.
âCausing a commotion out here wonât solve the issue.â Vivian knew that demonstrations like this
wouldnât faze Brandon.
Jethroâs anger was suddenly directed at her. âBitch! Mind your own business. We must see Brandon
today! I wonât leave until he shows his face!â
These idiots were making a huge mistake, Vivian thought. How dare they fight someone like Brandon?
It was such a stupid move.
This kind of demonstration wasnât enough to affect Brandon or the Larson Group. Otherwise, Brandon
would have already launched public relations and paid these people to quiet it down.
Vivian was just leaving when she remembered what the man and the woman in the elevator said.
Apparently, Janet was also in the Larson Group today.
She quickly turned her head, peering inside the Larson Group. One glance and she found Janet talking
and laughing with the employees in the hall.
Vivian observed the crowd of demonstrators. Meeting Janet right now was a pleasant surprise. She
couldnât just let this opportunity slip. An idea popped up in her mind, making her smile. Vivian walked
back and patted the manufacturer on the shoulder. Jethro looked at her.
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In the hall of the Larson Group.
Estella was so enthusiastically interviewing some of Janetâs former employees. She held Janetâs hand,
wanting to chat with others in the design department.
âWe should call it a day, Estella. I think you have taken enough materials.â Following Estella around,
they had already talked to the security guards, cleaners, and receptionists in the hall. Janetâs voice was
hoarse by now. The more Estella listened, the more excited she became. She was practically bouncing
as she said, âYou and Brandonâs love story is so interesting. Everyone sees Brandon as this calm and
cold, even ruthless boss. He never mixes up personal feelings when talking about work. But with you,
heâs full of love and warmth.â
âThis is getting more and more ridiculous.â Janet felt helpless.
The cleaning lady joined in, sounding serious. âBut Mr. Larson always smiles when he sees you. I used
to think he probably had a twin brother. How is it that he seems to change into another person
whenever heâs with you, Mrs. Larson? Others also thought so too. They had never seen Mr. Larson
smile before. After you came, he became much happier. You are like an angel God arranged for Mr.
Larson.â
âWow! Janet, do you want to write a book and tell us the secret to winning a cold manâs heart?â Estella
stood beside Janet, staring at her with admiration.
Janet placed a hand on her forehead and tried to explain to the cleaning lady, âYouâre wrong. Brandon
just doesnât like to smile. Few things can make him laugh, though. When I was in the Larson Group, I
always embarrassed myself. He just thought I was funny.â
âThen why are you blushing?â Estella came close to Janet, pinched her cheek and said, âAdmit it.
Brandon only cares about you. Everyone else is irrelevant to him. Deep down I know youâre happy
about it.â
Janetâs face became redder. She looked at Estella, grumbling shyly, âStop saying that!â