Snatched A Billionaire To Be My Husband by Shabi's pen

After lunch, Cora declined Byron to drive her back. She hailed a taxi and left.

Looking at her enchanting figure, Harry took out a cigarette case and handed one

cigarette to Byron. “Byron, let’s go to Perpetual Daylight to relax at night. Jane

will come over tonight.”

After Jane and Byron got into a little quarrel because Harry didn’t say hello to her

last time, Harry always felt guilty about it and wanted to make up for Jane, so he

made the party tonight.

“I have something to do at night.” Byron took the cigarette and lit it, then walked

towards his car.

There were still a lot of problems left over from the problematic project of the

Hansen Group last time. He had to rush back to deal with them.

Harry threw his car keys to his girlfriend and let her drive back by herself. Then,

he sat in Byron’s passenger seat. “What’s the matter? Do you still want to have a

date with Cora after dusk?”

Byron rolled down the car window to let the fresh air in and blow away the

smoke.

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“It’s not your business.” Byron held the steering wheel with one hand and looked

at the road ahead. Harry still heard the impatient in his voice.

“Yeah. It’s none of my business. But so many people in the Hansen family are

staring at you. They expect you to get down from that position.”

Byron was Osborn’s youngest son. In the eyes of his elder brothers, he was able

to inherit the Hansen Group because of Osborn’s preference. On the surface,

they were all amiable. But in their hearts, they were planning how to replace

Byron and take over his position in the Hansen Group.

So, the wife Byron needed was someone like Jane, who could help him in his

business. Cora was a burden to him.

Harry had always believed that Byron chose Cora because Jane was abroad.

Byron had no choice but to find Cora as a substitute.

But today, after witnessing Byron eat the steak with added sugar, Harry was not

sure who the substitute was, so he had to remind Byron in advance.

But Byron didn’t respond to him. He kept smoking.

The two were silent all the way until the car arrived at Harry’s Internet celebrity

company. Harry stubbed out the cigarette butt and said, “It’s fine to let Cora be

your mistress, but she is not suitable to be your wife. Byron, think about it

carefully.”

Byron didn’t respond. He stepped on the accelerator and left.

But at night, he went to the party.

“Byron, you are here. Jane, make room for him.”

In Harry’s eyes, Byron changed his mind and appeared at the party with Jane

here, meaning he listened to his words.

Jane sat aside and greeted Byron with a smile after he sat down, “Byron.”

Byron slightly nodded to her and began to drink and talk with others about the

business partners.

In short, the atmosphere at this party was quite harmonious.

Cora received a message from Byron: [I won’t be at your home tonight.]

Cora called Sally and asked her to come to her LO apartment. She ordered two

large portions of fried chicken takeaways.

Sally came with two dozen beers.

When Cora opened the door and let her enter the house, Sally kept looking

around.

“Is Mr. Pope here? Does he think I’ve affected his activity tonight?”

The word “activity” referred to something else.

Cora flushed instantly. “Don’t talk nonsense. He won’t be here tonight.”

Of course, she referred to Byron.

“You have some snacks first, and I’ll reheat the fried chicken.”

Sally left the hospital late tonight. The fried chicken was cold.

When Cora put the fried chicken into the microwave, Sally exclaimed in her

bedroom.

“Wow, Mr. Pope looks quite frugal, but his shirts and trousers are slap-up.”

Actually, Sally just wanted to see if there were enough clothes for Cora’s recent

change. If not, she would take her to the mall and buy some clothes on the rest

day. But she didn’t expect to see Carter’s clothes in the closet.

They were all private custom luxury brands, and each shirt cost at least

thousands of dollars.

The dozens of shirts and trousers in the closet were like a pile of glittering gold.

But she remembered that when she caught a glimpse of Carter, the brand of his

suit was not this.

“Don’t look. The fried chicken is ready.” Cora was worried that Sally would see

the clue, so she hurried into the bedroom and led her out.

Sally didn’t overthink. She just thought it was a man’s vanity at work