The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Chapter 1328 Unjust Death

Chapter 1328 Unjust Death 

The dawn had shaken off the grip of night, but the shadows under Janet’s eyes still clung on, remnantsof a restless slumber. Her mind, a haunted house, had been infested with nightmares. Faceless figuresprowled through her dreams, hungry for her peace, or Vivi-her face a crimson mask-cried outaccusations of injustice from beyond the grave.

This spectral onslaught had left Janet with a melancholy that clung to her like a second skin.

Yet, she rallied. Gathering her things, she steeled herself for the day’s work.

Her husband, Brandon, took in her pallid complexion with a furrowed brow. Genuine concern lacing hiswords, he suggested, “Maybe you should consider taking the day off? I fear Vivi’s kin might stir up astorm at the studio and you could get caught in the crossfire.” But Janet was unyielding. Her voice, awhisper laced with iron, responded, “The studio’s still in its infancy, and we’re already navigating such acnisis. It’s crucial that I’m there, guiding it through. I can’t abandon my crew or show a hint of fear.”

Brandon found himself in the face of an immovable object. He conceded, a solemn nod to his whiteflag. “At least promise to be cautious. If anything goes south, I want to hear from you immediately.”

Janet reached up, pressing a reassuring kiss to Brandon’s cheek. “Don’t worry,” she soothed. “We’llweather this storm.”

Just as she was about to step into her shoes, her phone rang. Lexi’s voice breezed through the phoneline, her tone as unruffled as ever. “Boss, when can I expect you? The studio’s electricity bill isoverdue, and we need to settle it.”

Janet stilled before replying calmly, “I’m on my way. Just hold on.” Without a word, Brandon bent tohelp Janet with her shoes. Once the call ended, he asked, curiosity tugging at his brows, “Is somethingamiss at the studio?”

Janet’s fingers danced across her phone screen as she shared, “Lexi footed the electricity bill-a grand,a few days ago. There’s no way we’re in arrears.”

His frown deepened, a portent of stormy weather. “Something’s off.”

Her brow creased in worry, Janet nodded. “Trouble might have already found its way to the studio, andLexi could be in its crosshairs. Her call could have been a veiled plea for help. I need to get there assoon as possible.”

Brandon held out his hand, an unspoken offer of solidarity. “Let’s face this together. We’ll take thesecurity detail with us. Whatever comes our way, we’ll navigate through.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, Janet nodded.

As they journeyed to the studio, Janet restlessly shifted in her seat. “Please speed up. I fear for Lexi.”

Brandon’s hand tightened around hers, his words a soothing balm. “Lexi will be okay.”

Tears brimmed in Janet’s eyes, her voice quivering as she confessed, “If anything happens to Lexi, I’llnever forgive myself.”

“Don’t worry.” Brandon leaned in, his voice a comforting blanket. “The security team is already en route.They’ll keep Lexi safe.”

The reassurance offered by Brandon breathed a moment’s respite into Janet’s fraught nerves.

Yet, the calm was fleeting, her heartbeat quickening again as she contemplated the impendingconfrontation.

Could this chaos be the handiwork of the puppet master she was yet to unmask? Was this turmoilanother thread in their intricate web of conspiracy?

And most importantly, how was she to counter it?

A single misstep could have catastrophic consequences, potentially escalating the crisis and tarnishingthe Larson family’s and the White family’s standing.

These dire thoughts fanned the flames of her anxiety.

A heavy burden settled in her chest, a stone sinking into the depths of a still lake, pulling her down withits weight.

The only solace Brandon could offer was the reassuring squeeze of his hand, a silent promise ofunwavering support. Yet, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of helplessness that hung around Janet like aspecter.

In the silence, the car came to a halt before the studio entrance. The sight that greeted Janet was achilling confirmation of her worst fears.

The studio was engulfed by a sea of people, waves of chatter crashing against its walls. Thecacophony was a storm of voices, the subjects of their heated debates lost to the chaos.

The moment the media sharks spotted Brandon’s car, they swarmed towards it, circling like vultures.Their cameras were a barrage of flashes, their questions were bullets fired relentlessly through the cardoors.

“Miss White, what’s your perspective on Vivi’s tragic demise?” “Miss White, whispers of yourinvolvement in Vivi’s death are swirling. Any truth to these claims?”

“Miss White…”

The questions rained down, each a thirsty plea for Janet’s response.