My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Hearing this, a momentary stiffness marred Suzanne’s smile. She clenched her fists discreetly, straining to uphold the facade of
her pleasant demeanor. “In that case, I’ll leave Ms. White to make all necessary arrangements. I shall not intervene any further.”
She placed a pointed emphasis on the words “intervene any further”, her voice faltering slightly.
Janet, seemingly oblivious to Suzanne’s veiled hint, offered a warm smile. “If there’s nothing else, Ms. Duncan, feel free to take
your leave. [have some personal matters to address.” Suzanne, now feeling subtly ousted by Janet, struggled to keep her
composure. She managed a strained smile, murmured a hasty “goodbye”, and spun on her heel to exit swiftly.
She was convinced that lingering even a moment longer would unleash her mounting fury, leading to an unanticipated
showdown with Janet. Janet watched Suzanne’s retreating figure, her mind deep in thought. The smile on her face gradually
dissolved. She had caught a fleeting glimpse of the rage and resentment in Suzanne’s eyes as she turned to leave.
What had sparked Suzanne’s ire?
Was it the day’s unexpected turn of events, or had Janet’s proactive handling of Vivi’s parents upset Suzanne’s carefully laid
plans?
It wasn’t until Suzanne’s silhouette had vanished from the doorway that Janet allowed her gaze to drift away. Dismissing her
bewilderment for the time being, she redirected her attention to more pressing matters.
Janet organized accommodations for Vivi’s parents at a Larson Group-owned hotel, ensuring their daily needs were catered to.
Moreover, she arranged for a doctor to oversee their health. Half a day had swiftly passed by the time all these arrangements
were in place.
Upon her return to the studio, Janet reassured her employees before retreating to her office, utterly drained.
“I’m wiped out.” Janet sighed, her exhaustion evident as she sank into the couch. “At least today’s ordeal has finally come to an
end.”
Brandon rose and moved to skillfully knead Janet’s temples, complimenting her,
“My love, you’ve truly come into your own. The way you handled everything today was a testament to a formidable female CEO.”
At Brandon’s commendation, a hint of cheer seeped back into Janet’s mood, prompting her to quip, “Well, that’s expected. After
all, [am the wife of the Larson Group’s CEO.”

Their banter gradually lightened Janet’s spirits, and her fatigue started to ebb away.
Regaining her composure, Janet voiced her concerns with a grave tone, “We must probe into Vivi’s car accident post-haste. If we
delay, the evidence might be meticulously obliterated, and the culprits could seize the opportunity to evade justice.”
Matching Janet’s solemnity, Brandon responded, “I’ll redouble my efforts to uncover the truth about Vivi’s accident. We won’t rest
until justice is served.”
Janet, growing even more serious, added, “Furthermore, I fear Vivi’s parents could be manipulated by nefarious individuals. They
are elderly and ill-equipped to fend off the underhanded maneuvers of those behind the accident.”
Brandon, recognizing that the sight of the aged couple reminded Janet of Hannah, understood her urgency to apprehend the
guilty party. He nodded, reassuring her, “Rest easy, I’ll ensure Vivi’s parents are watched over.”
Without delay, he dispatched a message to Sean to assemble a team to delve into the accident’s truth. He also ordered Sean to
assign another crew to keep a vigilant eye on Suzanne, leaving no individual she encountered unnoticed.
Both Janet and Brandon had harbored suspicions about Suzanne for some time.
She seemed to be a constant presence whenever commotion struck, almost as if she were orchestrating the chaos. Their
suspicions had become too potent to dismiss.
Having set all the necessary wheels in motion, Brandon’s concern for Janet lingered. He delegated his duties temporarily and
stayed by her side until the afternoon, only leaving when he was confident she had regained her composure.