The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 670

A glint of coldness flickered in Jeremy's expressionless eyes.

Unfortunately, Catherine could not call the police as she did not have evidence
that proved Jeremy had poisoned her husband.

Just a few days ago, she and Luke had been preoccupied with Vivian's affairs,
leaving them both drained. The exhaustion muddled her memory, and she
struggled to recall the individuals they had encountered or the food they had
consumed.

Maybe Jeremy had drugged Luke at the time. Catherine looked at Jeremy, and a
sneer tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“Do you honestly think you can run away?” She turned to her companions and
ordered, “Catch him!” In an instant, a group of over a dozen bodyguards burst
into the room. With a smile playing at the corners of his lips, Jeremy snatched up
his medical kit, his eyes ablaze with k*illing intent. He deftly evaded the punches
and kicks of the bodyguards with impressive agility and fighting skills. Despite his
tall stature, he swiftly brought down more than a dozen of them in just a few
minutes.

“Wow. I never thought you're that insincere. I guess you don’t want Luke to be
saved.” Jeremy, with a fierce look in his eyes, stepped on the head of one of the
bodyguards, asserting his dominance. The remaining bodyguards dared not to
act rashly for fear they would suffer his wrath. Catherine suddenly raised her
hand, signaling everyone to back off.

“Halt!” The group turned to face Catherine as she spoke.

Jeremy wanted to move quickly. He had spent too much time and effort today
with the Turner couple. He needed to leave.

After the fight, Jeremy kicked aside the bodyguard at his feet and straightened
out his wrinkled coat. His eyebrows relaxed as he showed no fear toward
Catherine. “You have two options now. If you want to save Luke, hand me your
shares in the Turner Group. Or you can let Luke die and leave your firm
unattended. After all, I have a lot of time here.”

Glancing at the man resting on the bed, he said, “I doubt Luke has that much
time though.”

After exiting the ward, Jeremy shut the door once more.

Only after Jeremy had departed did Catherine make her way back to her seat
with the assistance of a servant. Her once graceful countenance now appeared
very pallid, with bloodless lips that made her seem significantly aged.

“Mrs. Turner, do you intend to surrender your shares? Once Mr. Turner is awake
and becomes aware, he will definitely be mad at you.” The elderly servant,
employed by the Turner family for numerous years, couldn't resist the urge to
inquire. She had been dutifully serving Catherine ever since her married Luke.
Catherine's hand rose to her forehead as she lowered her head in despair,
gazing at Luke, who was in a coma in the hospital bed.

She brushed away the tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. “What other
options do I have? Luke is the pillar of the Turner family. He can’t leave us like
this.”

A heavy sigh escaped the elderly servant's lips as she observed Catherine's
worn-out appearance. The constant setbacks had robbed the once graceful lady
of her usual charm.

Although Brandon had heard of Luke’s hospitalization, he felt no need to concern
himself with the matter. The Larson Group had little interaction with the Turner
family, after all.

Brandon's sole focus was on Vivian's whereabouts, and he relied on Sean to
keep him informed of any developments.

“I've heard that Vivian has been going through a tough time since she was sent
overseas. I heard she attempted suicide several times but was either stopped or
rescued. Have you received any information on the nursing home where she
resides? Vivian has become the prime subject of observation in that facility. I've
investigated the background of the sanatorium and learned that it was dubbed a
“madhouse” by the locals. I've also heard that over ten years ago, it was used as
a burial ground for deceased soldiers. There appears to be an eerie aura
surrounding that place.” Sean had a penchant for delving into peculiar matters,
so he had amassed a wealth of knowledge on such topics.

After contemplating, he finally asserted, “Mr. Larson, there's no need to worry. I
highly doubt that Vivian will ever return.”

“Have you inspected everything that belongs to Vivian?” Setting aside the
documents, Brandon’s mind was preoccupied, and he struggled to concentrate
on work. He couldn’t shake off the nagging suspicion that someone had been
pulling the strings behind Vivian's predicament and orchestrated everything.
“Vivian's possessions consist mainly of her university textbooks, her letters, and
some photos with Charis. However, there’s one thing that strikes me as weird.”
Sean paused briefly before continuing, “I noticed that a particular phone number
frequently appeared in Vivian's call log. I have requested our technical staff to
investigate, but the number no longer exists. What a shame!”

“We may be getting closer to uncovering the individual responsible for Vivian's
plight. Perhaps they are observing us in secret and will soon reveal themselves.”
Brandon's countenance turned grim, and a stern expression etched onto his
face. As a man in a high-ranking position, Brandon exuded a strong aura that
made people hesitant to approach him. His commanding presence often left
others feeling intimidated.

Sean gathered his courage and asked in a cautious tone, “Mr. Larson, now that
the situation with Vivian has been resolved, what course of action do you suggest
we take next? Furthermore, Mrs. Larson has been missing for several days
now...” After hearing this, Brandon's grim expression softened, and a slight smile
graced his handsome face. Standing up from the sofa, he grabbed his coat and
said, “Get the car ready. I'll go and bring her back home to the White family
residence.”

Sean hastened to follow Brandon and said hesitantly, “Mr. Larson, I'm not sure if I
should bring this up, but...”

“If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you hesitating?” Brandon
turned to face Sean with a stern expression.

“I just feared that you would get angry.” Sean hesitated to speak and rubbed the
back of his head.

“Maybe you don't need your mouth since you're reluctant to use it.” Brandon
gave a stern look.

“Here's the thing,” Sean admitted truthfully. “Mrs. Larson might no longer be at
the White family residence now. According to the bodyguards stationed outside
the White family residence, they have been unable to locate Mrs. Larson due to
the interference of the White family’s men.”

“Why haven't you told me this before?” Brandon seized Sean by the collar,
shoved him to the side, and marched toward the underground parking lot. Sean
promptly followed his boss, getting into the car first and swiftly starting the
engine.

In addition, he regretted not informing Brandon beforehand. Sean had been
preoccupied with investigating Vivian's situation abroad, causing him to forget.
“Mr. Larson, I have identified several locations where Mrs. Larson is known to
frequent. Would you like us to check them one by one?” Sean aimed to make up
for his mistake. “It's not necessary. If she was under the protection of the White
family, and her parents must have also dispatched their men to track her, so she
is safe for the time being.” Brandon gazed out the window, the passing scenery
reflected in his deep eyes.

“Let's put the company’s matters on hold for now. We're headed to the White
family residence.” He intended to inquire about Natalie's whereabouts from her
parents.

Outside the White family villa, a dozen guards stood shoulder to shoulder, arms
crossed over their chests, blocking Brandon's way. “Mr. Larson, please wait
there.”

Another groups of bodyguards in black stood behind Brandon.

The atmosphere between both sides was tense, but neither of them made the
first move.

A few minutes later, the front door opened from the inside, and Johanna walked
out. She was dressed in fur and looked radiant. Although her face showed no
friendliness “Brandon, whose bluff do you think you're calling here?”

“I'm here to take Natalie home, Mrs. White.” Brandon stood straight, shoulders
back, and head held high. He refused to lose his composure in a confrontation
with Johanna. “What home? Isn't this her home?” Johanna asked scornfully.
She was already dissatisfied with her son-in-law. This display of defiance made
her hate him more. He arrived with empty hands, and she heard no regret in his
voice, no admission of guilt.

Fearing that Johanna might burn their last bridge, Beal followed her outside. “We
are family, not enemies.”