My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

It was late at night, and only a few people were on the street
Janet stood outside the cafe and stared at the minibus driving toward her. She broke into a cold sweat as the vehicle approached
her.
The headlights of the minibus pierced into the dark alley. The car trundled into the street and halted in front of
Janet. Just then, the door flew open. As Janet dropped her palm that was blocking the light, she saw several men storming out of
the car.
They were all dressed in black, wearing baseball caps and masks. Janet looked up, and her gaze met one of the men’s fierce
eyes. It was the same man who had brought the spiked coffee for her in the cafe. He was the rapist Kent had mentioned earlier.
“Is this her?” The man in the lead walked forward and asked in a hushed voice.
Jocelyn had called them on short notice. They would do anything for money. Besides, they didn’t know Jocelyn. The woman in
front of him was wearing the same clothes and sunglasses as the one who had contacted them before.
They thought she must be Jocelyn. Hearing what they said, Janet breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like they didn’t sense
anything wrong. Janet had changed into Jocelyn’s clothes, and it was late at night.
That was probably why they didn’t realize she was the wrong woman.
“Where are you taking her?” Janet subconsciously gripped Jocelyn’s hand.
The men exchanged glances and burst out laughing.
“Just leave it to us. Give us the money and consider the job done. We know what to do,” the man in the lead replied briefly and
walked over to take Jocelyn.
Janet subconsciously flinched back. The men’s maniacal laughter and their hungry eyes disgusted Janet. She couldn’t help but
rethink her decision.
These men would undoubtedly ruin Jocelyn. She couldn’t even bring herself to imagine what they might do to her. Ethan cast a
sidelong glance at Janet and saw the hesitation in her eyes. He grabbed Jocelyn’s arm and handed her to the men.
“Just take her away and do as agreed,” he said, waving his hand.

The men’s laughter grew louder and reverberated across the silent street. They carried Jocelyn into the car and slammed the
door shut. Soon, the engine started, and plumes of smoke rose from the engine. Before they knew it, the minibus disappeared
into the dark night.
Janet didn’t move until the minibus disappeared from her sight. Ethan examined her face and wrapped his arm around her
shoulder.
“What happened? Are you still thinking about her? You didn’t make any mistake. If it weren’t for luck and your wisdom, you would
have ended up in that car instead of her.” He paused and sneered.
“Jocelyn isn’t as merciful as you are. If those men had taken you away, she would be celebrating it.”
The more Janet thought about what could have happened to her, the more frightened she became. After a while, she turned to
look at Ethan, suppressing her pity and concern for Jocelyn.
“Let’s go home. I’ve been busy all night and haven’t had dinner yet.”
Ethan was right. Jocelyn had started everything. The woman deserved it for coming up with a vindictive plan. She couldn’t show
any sympathy toward a cruel woman like Jocelyn.