The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Chapter 102

At that moment, Fiona was smoothing her clothes. As soon as she was about to enter the club with her husband and daughter, Janet stopped her.

“Since you can afford to have fun in such a high-end club, I’m sure you must have the money to pay me back as well.” Janet’s loud voice caught everyone’s attention.

The smile on Fiona’s face dropped in an instant. She quickly strutted toward Janet and said, “What a coincidence, Janet! What are you doing here? What nonsense are you saying? How can a grown daughter still ask her parents for money?”

Janet frowned. She hated Fiona’s hypocrisy, so her voice grew a decibel louder.

“Oh, cut the crap and give me my money. What? Are you trying to deny it? If that’s the case, I will tell everyone the truth about how this marriage is a hoax.”

Bernie and Fiona attached great importance to their reputation. The truth would tear their facade and reveal their true faces. It would be a huge blow on their image.

“All right, Janet. That’s enough. Let’s stop arguing. Some people have returned the money they owed us. How about I give you one hundred thousand first?” Bernie looked around and saw the people watching him. He wanted to deal with Janet as soon as possible and return to his business.

He took out a bank card from his pocket and placed it on Janet’s palm. “There is one hundred thousand in this card. I’ll send the pin number to you later.”

Janet silently took the card. Bernie was better than Fiona. He was at least an honest man.

Ever since Janet was a child, her adoptive father had been neutral toward her. He neither cared for her nor tortured her in any way. He didn’t hate Janet as much as Fiona and Jocelyn did. But he was too

weak that he listened to the two women’s every word, and never bothered to stop them when they bullied Janet.

Janet looked at the card and nodded. “Okay.”

“Well, you better leave now. I will give you the rest of the money soon.” Bernie smiled apologetically.

The one hundred thousand was more than all the money they had given Janet before. Janet looked at Fiona and saw that she was appalled by what her husband had done. She sensed that getting more money today was impossible, so she finally left.

Fiona’s eyes blazed with rage as she watched Janet leave. “Are you crazy?” she growled, pinching her husband’s arm. “The wires have come loose in your head! One hundred thousand? Are you kidding me? Why did you give her so much money?”

Bernie sighed and tried to persuade her, “What’s the matter with you? You promised to give Janet money before. One hundred thousand is far from enough.”

Fiona was burning with anger. Her husband’s words infuriated her. “That’s not true.” She leered. “Janet is our adopted daughter. We adopted her when she was little. We have fed her and supported her all these years. Marrying Ethan would be her way of repaying us for everything we have done for her. How could she demand money from us? You’re too kindhearted.”

“Yes, Dad. Why did you give that bitch money? You have no idea how badly she bullied me at the banquet last time!” Jocelyn gnashed her teeth as she saw Janet’s receding figure.

Looking at the indignant mother and daughter in front of him, Bernie shook his head and walked into the club without saying anything.

Fiona followed him inside. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

She felt she had to end this. Otherwise, Janet would continue to ask her for money.

Fiona glanced at her phone. Just then, an idea occurred to her. She pursed her lips and dialed a number. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Good evening, doctor. I’m Fiona Lind. Is there a patient named Hannah Stone in your hospital who needs a liver transplant? Yes, that’s her name. As we talked before, doctor, your promotion is kind of in my hands. Now I’m in trouble, and I need your help. Could you do me a favor?”

Moments later, Fiona hung up the phone and took a sip of the black tea. Her red nail polish dazzled under the lights.

“Mom, why are you grinning happily?” Jocelyn quickly descended the stairs and stood beside her mother, eyeing her with curiosity.

A faint smile stretched across Fiona’s lips. “Well, good news. I have connections with a few people in the hospital. I secretly asked someone to give the suitable liver they had allocated for Hannah to someone else. Let’s see how long the old woman can hold on.”

Jocelyn was putting on lipstick, looking at herself in the mirror. “That’s great, Mom. That old bat should have died a long time ago. She has been relying on our money to survive. She is already in her eighties. It’s time for her to die.”