The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

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After the order was given, everyone exchanged glances, scurried to get out of Sean’s sight, and

returned to their seats to continue their work.

Before leaving, Sean glanced at Vivian, who was absentminded and had not said a word for a long

time, and asked, “Are you okay? Don’t mind them. If something like this happens again, just report it to

your superior. People talk, but in the end they all work for the Larson Group, and they only want what’s

best for the company. They’re not bad people.”

Although Sean didn’t trust Vivian one bit, he had to at least pretend to be nice to her for now.

“I’m fine,” Vivian replied. “Here’s the document that needs Mr. Larson’s signature. When will he come Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

back from his business trip anyway?”

“I don’t know for sure when Mr. Larson will return. It depends on whether the negotiation is successful

or not,” Sean vaguely replied.

Vivian’s dark eyes were especially bright at the moment. With a sincere and innocent smile, she said,

“This morning, I saw you take the documents out. I thought you were going to give them to Mr. Larson

in person. But now you said Mr. Larson had gone abroad, which perplexed me.”

“No, I wasn’t bring the documents to anyone. The truth is, I went to Mr. Larson’s house to get the

documents he left there.” Sean smiled coyly and put his finger on his lips. “Don’t tell anyone about this,

or others will think I’m forging his signature.”

“Don’t worry. I know what to do,” Vivian promised with a knowing smile. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go

back to work now.”

All of a sudden, Sean’s face lit up as he remembered something.

“Oh, by the way, where did you go two nights ago? I heard from the HR you asked for leave that

afternoon.” “What’s in it for you? If your girlfriend finds out that you care too much about me, she’ll get

mad,” Vivian joked.

Upon hearing this, Sean scoffed, which made Vivian chuckle.

“Chill. I was just kidding. Two days ago, a servant called me and told me that my parents got in an

accident abroad. I was so anxious at the time. I asked for a leave, but it turned out that my parents

were just tricking me. They video-called me later and updated me with their trip abroad.”

“Is that so? It turns out that you have a great relationship with Mr. and Mrs. Turner,” Sean remarked.

Contrary to his words, his eyes were narrowed, and dubiety could be seen on them.

All of a sudden, his phone rang. The technology department was calling to inform him that the repair of

the vehicle’s dashcam had been completed.

“I’m sorry, but something came up. I have to go now,” Sean said to Vivian. Without waiting for her reply,

he turned around to go to the technology department. He had a far more important matter to deal with,

so he did not bother to question Vivian further.

He was in such a hurry to get the dashcam that he did not notice the change in her expression. The

moment he turned around, her b*ody stiffened, and astonishment flashed across her face.

As soon as Sean left the 10th floor, Vivian rushed to the bathroom, her face contorting with panic.

Within seconds of Vivian’s entry, her complexion had taken on a deathly pallor. She stared at herself in

the mirror, in a tizzy, and forced herself to calm down.

She had heard the conversation between Sean and the technical staff loud and clear and was shocked

that they had managed to repair the damaged dashcam so quickly. Thinking back to the events of two

nights ago, fear crept up her spine.

She had hired someone to tamper with Sean’s convertible, hoping to take advantage of the fact that

Natalie would also be at the party and Brandon would be occupied with a long meeting. She had

thought that even if Brandon found out something had happened to Natalie, he wouldn’t be able to

save her right away.

She thought she had all the odds in her favor. But as it turned out, something still went wrong. Vivian

had no idea how Natalie had ended up on Wildepond Road, a route with few cars and a flat terrain that

had made the rescue mission easier.

In an effort to protect Natalie, Brandon allegedly left the meeting with his business partners and

stockholders that evening.

Now, although Natalie was safe, Brandon was seriously injured and in the hospital. The Larson Group

would surely investigate the matter thoroughly. If the video of the dashcam was restored…

Vivian’s mind raced with worry. In the end, she couldn’t take it anymore and called the person she had

hired.

If it weren’t for the critical situation, Vivian wouldn’t have taken the risk and made the call.

Vivian hired a gambler, whose name was Roger Wilde, to do the deed that night.

When it came to shady and harmful things, Roger was a master of his art. When he answered the

phone, he too was panicking. “Why are you calling me now?” he asked. “The dashcam has been

repaired by the people of the Larson Group. If I don’t call you, you won’t know how you’ll meet your

demise,” Vivian said through gritted teeth. “I need to ask you something. Did the camera catch you at

the time?”

Roger chuckled, “So what if it did? I was wearing a mask and a hat, my face was covered. Even if they

see me in the camera, so what? I don’t think they can recognize me even if I stand right in front of them

now.”

Vivian was beyond frustrated. “Do you think you’ve just offended some regular Joes? This time, both

Brandon and the White family are involved. They’re looking into it together. Even if your face wasn’t

caught by the camera, they still have ways of tracking you down.”

But Roger was unafraid. “The situation is dire. It looks like you’ll have to give me more money.

Otherwise, don’t blame me for spilling the beans when they catch me!” “If you keep talking to me like

that, I won’t protect you,” Vivian warned. She realized that telling Roger everything was only digging

her own grave.

“Whatever. Everyone in Barnes knows the Larson Group. If I go down, you’re coming with me,” Roger

threatened. Obviously, Roger was more ferocious than Vivian.

Vivian took a deep breath and asked coldly, “How much do you want?”

“Five hundred thousand dollars,” Roger demanded exorbitantly.

“Fine,” Vivian said through gritted teeth.

She knew that no matter how much money she paid, it wouldn’t stop Roger from eventually telling the

truth. The only way to keep a secret was to take it to the grave. She would have to go see Roger in

person.

Vivian gritted her teeth. “I’ll give you the cash in person, and then you can flee. There’s an unfinished

building in the suburbs. I’ll text you the address. Meet me there.”

Roger didn’t suspect a thing. “Miss Cooper, you’re so thoughtful. I’ll see you and the money at five

o’clock.”