Chapter 650
The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride
Sean was just Brandonâs assistant who arranged matters that werenât work-related. How could he possibly know what was going on in the company?
âI really have no idea, Mrs. Larson. I wasnât there with them. Besides, Iâm just his assistant. I donât dare to ask Mr. Larson any questions regarding that.â Flustered, Sean scratched the back of his head.
Unable to sit still any longer, Janet lifted the blanket and got out of bed. âSince you donât know, Iâll ask him myself.â
Johanna hurried to stand in front of Janet. âThe doctor didnât say that you can leave the hospital yet.
Donât worry. Why donât you try calling Brandon first?â
Janet bit her lip anxiously and practically snatched the phone from Johannaâs hands. She dialed Brandonâs number and held her breath.
Seconds passed.
The phone kept ringing for what felt like an eternity, but no one answered it.
âHe didnât even pick up.â
Tears welled up in Janetâs eyes. She was growing restless. Now, she was sure that something terrible had happened to Brandon. Otherwise, he would never have treated her like this!
Holding back her tears, Janet gritted her teeth and said firmly, âIâm going back to Seacisco now. Dad, Mom, please understand. I have to find out what happened to my husband.â
Seeing the fierce determination in her eyes, the Whites didnât have the heart to stop her anymore.
After packing up her things, Beal draped a coat over Janetâs shoulders and said resolutely, âWeâre coming with you. Brandon didnât visit you in the hospital. He didnât even answer our calls. We deserve an explanation!â
Brandonâs behavior was indeed too strange. They couldnât let things go on like this.
Together, the family of three headed to Seacisco.
The Larson Groupâs building stood in the center of the business district, standing so tall it nearly pierced the sky. It was the dream of countless young people to have the privilege of working in such a prestigious company.
Janet and her parents walked straight into the Larson Group building. Just as they were about to enter the elevator, a security guard stopped them.
The security guard held an electric baton in his hand and asked warily, âExcuse me, miss, but are you an employee of Larson Group? You canât just come in like that.â
Janet looked at the security guard and said matter-of-factly, âIâm Brandon Larsonâs wife.â
This whole encounter felt strange, so she couldnât help but ask, âAre you new here? I donât remember seeing you before?â
Janet used to work in the Larson Group. She clearly remembered every one of the security guards and the cleaners.
The security guard squinted at Janet suspiciously. âYes, Iâm newâ¦â
He had never seen their CEOâs wife, but he couldnât just take this womanâs words at face value. In his eyes, if the bossâs wife came to the company, there shouldâve been someone high up to receive her.
The security guard stopped Janet and said firmly, âMr. Larson is in an important meeting. No one is allowed to disturb him.â
Janet pursed her lips helplessly. âI said, Iâm his wife. You can ask the employees here about it. They all know me.â
The security guard insisted on his way. âThen wait in the reception room. After the meeting is finished, Iâll go and ask Mr. Larson if he wants to see you.â
As he spoke, the security guard ushered the three of them into the reception room.
Occasionally, some employees would pass by the glass walls of the reception room. It wasnât until then that Janet noticed that many junior employees had been replaced, including the cleaners.
This realization made Janet feel more and more uneasy.
Brandon wasnât someone who would make such random decisions. Why would so many grassroots employees be replaced for no reason? Did it indicate that there was a change of power in Larson Group?
Johanna and Beal were highly respected in Barnes, and no one dared to ignore them. But now, they were forced to wait in a reception room for Brandon for over two hours.
The amiable smile on Bealâs face gradually faded away as they waited. However, he didnât want to cause a stir, which might make his daughter even unhappier, so he just pulled a long face and kept silent.
Johanna, on the other hand, cleared her throat and tried to ease the atmosphere. âBrandon must be terribly busy. He doesnât even have the time to see us!â
Janet pursed her lips and lowered her head, her heart racing in her chest.
She was a little angry. In the past, no matter how busy Brandon was, he wouldnât have done something so rude.
Another ten minutes passed.
Finally, footsteps came from outside the reception room. The door swung open and Brandon strode in.