The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire Chapter 672

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 672 He Is Still Inside

Janet immediately brushed the thought away.

She knew that Charis would never hurt Brandon. Charis must have arranged for the staff to immediately take Brandon outside after they had been separated.

Janet also knew that given their circumstances, he would never come back for her even if he knew that she was trapped in that blazing fire?

Things were different now. Brandon was no longer someone who would do something stupid for her sake.

Even so, Janet couldn’t shake the sense of foreboding looming over her. She took a deep breath and continued asking around. “Have you seen someone coming out of the haunted house just now? Please think about it carefully. Male, about a head taller than me, very handsome but aloof?”

“No, we didn’t see anyone like that. Go ask someone else. We just happened to be passing by.” The person looked impatient, so Janet didn’t insist anymore.

She didn’t give up, though. She shifted her attention to the other onlookers and asked them one by one.

Finally, she came across a young couple who seemed to have a clue about Brandon.

“I think I saw the man you’re referring to! When the staff told us to evacuate because of a fire, he rushed back inside without a second thought. The staff didn’t get to stop him, and my boyfriend even joked that he must be an idiot who couldn’t even tell where the exit is.” The woman glanced sideways at her beau before adding, “In my opinion, he ran back inside to get someone important. Maybe his wife, or a child— Hey! I’m not done talking!”

Janet was already sprinting back to the haunted house before the woman could finish her words. *

How could Brandon risk his life in such a big fire?

Janet stopped at the entrance and tried calling him first. She tried again and again, but he never answered. No one else emerged from the burning establishment, either.

Janet was beside herself with worry. She wanted to throw herself into the fire and look for him, just as he had done for her.

“Hey, young lady! Do you want to d*ie?” The people around her cried out just as she was about to lunge forward. They reached out and pulled her back. “Don’t you see the fire raging in front of you? You won’t even get a few feet inside without getting burned!”

“No, you don’t get it. Please let me in! My husband is still inside!” Janet struggled against their hold, i

They didn’t understand! The man she loved might be trapped in there, suffocating, burning… And it was all because of her.

Janet was shaking at this point. She was barely hanging on to her sanity.

“Calm down, miss. Leave this to the firefighters. Do you see? They’re working hard to put out the fire and get Everybody to safety. They will definitely save your husband. Don’t worry.” A kindhearted stranger stroked Janet’s back in a gesture of comfort.

Another person chimed in. “That’s right; it’s too dangerous to get involved right now. Just be thankful that you are safe.”

Janet slumped on the ground, numb to her surroundings. She held her phone tightly and stared at its screen.

“Get the helicopter to hover over the haunted house and search for Brandon,” she instructed the people sent by the White family. “Call me as soon as you spot him!”

The helicopter ended up making two rounds in the area, still to no avail.

Brandon was trapped in the fire, and there was nothing she could do. Janet’s fingers were trembling uncontrollably. She could barely see through the tears that had welled up in her eyes. She knew that she was on the verge of collapse, but she refused to give in before hearing news of Brandon.

Just then, she felt a tug at her shoulder as the woman beside her yelled, “Look, look! Another person just ran out!”

Janet’s head shot up. She saw a tall figure dashing out through the back entrance of the haunted house.

The man discarded the thick coat he had been holding over his body. His face was smudged with soot, but he still looked as handsome as ever. He was coughing violently as he drew closer.

Janet’s tears finally streamed down her cheeks. She could feel her blood rushing through her veins like little bolts of lightning. She scrambled to her feet and met Brandon halfway, holding him before he fell on his knees.

It wasn’t until she felt the steady rhythm of heartbeat under her palm that she allowed herself a sigh of relief. And then, she let loose and bawled like a baby.

Brandon tried to reached out to wipe her tears. “Don’t cry. It’s all right. I’m all right.”

But Janet only cried even louder. It took her a while to calm down. “Brandon,” she sniffed. “Why did you do that? Why did you come back inside?”

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