The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 621

Natalie paused the video, curious. “Have you seen anything?”

Elizabeth had a sudden realization. She pointed at the man on the screen, who
was wearing a backpack with a gold-plated pendant in the shape of a poker card.
“I know this pendant. It's a gift from a casino, and it's only given to their regular
customers!”

Tasha looked at Elizabeth in surprise. “Elizabeth, do you gamble? You should
really try to kick that habit as soon as possible.”

“I don’t gamble,” Elizabeth replied, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t jump to conclusions. Jorge used to have a pendant like this. I remember it
specifically because it was said to be made of pure gold and Jorge was a regular
at the casino, so he had one which he always carried. He always wore it with
him.”

Natalie's face lit up with a broad smile. “Your words just gave me a lead. There
indeed is a casino near the location of the party I attended the other night. They
require registration information for entry and exit, so that should help narrow
down our search.”

“You've been a huge help. I'll leave a copy of this video on your computer. If you
think of any other clues, don’t hesitate to contact me.”

After gathering her things, Natalie rushed off to the hospital to inform Brandon of
the new development.

She had a hunch that this would be the key evidence to find out who was behind
all this.

In Barnes, night fell quickly in the winter. The sky was dark even before five
o'clock in the afternoon.

Vivian showed up on time to the agreed-upon location, the unfinished structure in
the suburbs. The locals were familiar with this rundown structure. When one-third
of the structure was constructed, many small collapse incidents occurred due to
the builders’ shortcuts, therefore this construction was abandoned. The building's
foundation was also weak, so it could have collapsed at any time. The destitute
beggars also dared not enter.

Vivian tucked her hats brim in, wrapped herself firmly in her mink coat, and
gingerly made her way up the steps which had no railings.

“There will be rain.” A sound was heard coming from somewhere inside the
structure. When Vivienne turned around, she saw Roger standing behind her
with a cigarette in his mouth. His backpack had seen better days, but a golden
pendant dangling from the zipper gave it some sparkle.

Vivian kept going till she was almost to the roof.

“Here you go. If you want to, count it by hand.” Vivienne tossed the paper bag to
the floor.

Roger smiled at Vivian and didn’t pick up the paper bag. He threw up the stub of
his cigarette and balanced precariously on his toes to extinguish it. “Exactly who
are you, and what do you want? You have such gall opposing the Larson Group!”
Every person in Barnes knew about the Larson Group. Roger never thought that
he'd end up offending the Larson Group just by trying to make some extra
money. He had no idea that he had stirred up some trouble until he heard his
friends discussing that the Larson Group had put a high bounty to seize him.
“You shouldn't have asked that. Just take the money and get the hell out of here.”
Having experienced all sorts of difficult situations, Vivian was now able to deal
with desperados with ease.

Roger squatted on the ground and drew a circle on the dust littered across the
ground. “I'm guessing you have a deep grudge against that woman called
Natalie. Unfortunately, I'm having trouble getting any information on her. The
Larson Group is censoring any news I could find.”

Vivian frowned, gradually losing her patience. “What else do you even want from
me? I already gave you money, so just shut the fuck up!”

Roger tut-tutted at Vivian and added, “No worries. I've already asked my friends
to investigate this place where you asked me to meet you today. The Turner
Group owns it. There are numerous places in Barnes we could have met, but for
some reason, you chose this building in particular. I'm certain that you're related
to the Turners one way or another.”

Shocked, Vivian asked him, “What are you trying to say?” “All I'm asking for is a
little bit more money. Once you pay me off, I'll forget the fact that you're
connected to the Turner Group.” Roger's eyes glinted like a devil's. “I'll only be
able to escape the Larson Group if I have enough money.”

Vivian gnashed her teeth, took out a stack of cash from her purse, and tossed it
on the ground. “Here. A hundred thousand dollars. Take it and get as far away as
possible!” 1 “Pleasure doing business with you,” Roger said, smirking with
delight. He finally felt relieved as he began counting the money.

Once he was certain that it was indeed a hundred thousand, he looked so much
friendlier than before. “You've got a lot of money already. Why are you so intent
on hurting people? In my opinion, it’s better to live a good life with that kind of
money than use it for evil.”

A thought crossed his mind. Since she was wealthy and afraid of him, perhaps it
would be a good opportunity to blackmail her and extort more money out of her.
“Bah! This money isn’t enough to buy me off. A few games on the poker table and
it will all be gone. How about giving me a bit more?” Roger was chuckling like an
imp. When he looked up, he saw that Vivian was no longer there. He looked
around and saw that she was standing behind him, glaring at him.

“You want more money, do you? Go to hell!” Vivian kicked Roger's buttocks.
The entire building was unfinished and had only pillars to support it, and there
were no walls on all four sides. Roger almost fell down when she kicked him.
Fortunately for him, he was able to hold onto the exposed railing in time, and his
entire b*ody hung in the air. He was struggling to climb back up.

No more arrogance or greed could be seen on his face. Only the desire to live
and the fear of falling from a great height was visible. “I don’t want the money
anymore. I'll give it back to you, just save me. Please!”

Vivian squatted along the edge, staring down at Roger. “Jeez! We're pretty high
up, aren't we? If you fall from there, you're gonna die for sure.”

“I don’t want the money. I'll keep my mouth shut. Just pull me up! I swear if I tell
anyone about this, I'll cut my tongue off!” Roger glanced at the frightening height
below him, quaking in fear. He was so scared that he peed his pants. The urine
dripped down along his trousers.

Upon seeing it, Vivian covered her mouth and laughed heartily. “Oh, my God!
You're a fucking idiot! I can’t believe you're really this stupid!”

She slowly reached her hand out to Roger, but unfortunately, he was far too
exhausted and eventually lost his grip on the railing. As he screamed in bloody
horror, he fell to the ground below.

A gust of pungent dust blew across Vivian's face. She covered her mouth and
nose, coughing slightly. She then wiped the dust from her face and packed up
the money like nothing happened.

Once everything was done, she cleaned up the traces of the crime scene. With
an innocent look on her face, she said, “You can’t blame me for this since you
blackmailed me first. Natalie is partly to blame for this too. Your blood is in her
hands.”

Thereafter, Vivian grabbed the money bag and went downstairs unhurriedly.
Vivian did a background check on Roger before she hired him for her plan. She
found out that he was not a native of Barnes, and his family had been living in a
small town in the south. He had been living here in Barnes alone for more than
10 years and therefore lost contact with all his family members. He didn’t have
many friends except for a group of gamblers who he always hung out with.