My Stand-In Groom Is A Secret Tycoon by Lydia Pierce

Albert was momentarily out of it when he heard the guard speak, "7552, someone comes to see you."

It wasn't until the guard rapped on his door with a metal baton, giving him a cold glare, that Albert snapped back to reality. "7552, come out!" shouted the guard. Albert glanced at the number on his badge, finally coming to his senses.

He stood up slowly, taking his time to tidy up his clothes, and followed the guard out.

The whole way, Albert acted like he was still the boss, strutting and trying to walk in front of the guard.

The guard was used to people like Albert and didn't pay him any attention.

Soon, Albert reached the visiting room and when he saw who was there to see him, his eyes blazed with anger.

Albert cursed, "Fiona, you bitch! How dare you show up here?"

Seeing Fiona seated calmly behind the glass, Albert erupted instantly, his expression twisted as if he wanted to tear her apart.

However, before Albert could reach the glass, two guards firmly pinned his shoulders down.

They warned him, "Stay still. No moving!"

Albert tried to struggle but ended up getting a solid hit on his back.

sharp pain pulled Albert back to his

as the prison guards forced him into the chair. They cuffed him and put an old-fashioned

at Fiona through the glass and slowly picked up the

"Fiona, you heartless woman. How dare you report me?

planned an escape route. He believed that Zara and

smirking, "Are you still dreaming that Zara will come to rescue

saw Fiona's stern expression and suddenly

be let

even purchased plane tickets

Alan Hamilton, currently resides there. Before departing, she sold all the real estate that was registered under Felix's name as well as her own,

and he shouted, "Nonsense. You can never

had a foreign boyfriend before she got with

vision blurred for a

soon as Albert got into trouble, Zara sold off assets and fled the country with Felix. Thinking about everything,

through all that trouble to scheme against me just because I didn't give you a son, didn't you? Well, guess what,

screamed,

and said, "Trying to blame me? You have only yourself to blame

the court evidence of your affairs. Happy divorce, Albert." From now on,