The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

While pretending to love them and be a sensible young woman, Vivian secretly despised their weakness. The person who had killed their daughter was right in front of them, yet instead of taking action against her, they were planning to escape to the countryside. Vivian knew she could never be such a coward. If it were up to her, she would avenge Charis.

Meanwhile, Natalie returned home to find that Brandon hadn’t come back yet. She called him to inquire about the delay and was informed that he was still working and wouldn’t be able to leave anytime soon. Natalie felt relieved upon hearing this news. She hurriedly took out the flash drive from her laptop and inserted it into her own computer.

As the computer read the data, she opened the website she had seen on Charis’s laptop earlier. To her surprise, a chat box popped up on the screen, revealing the conversation between Charis and another person. Natalie didn’t expect anything significant from the conversation, but she was shocked when she discovered the chat records of Charis purchasing drugs. Charis had somehow found a way to erase two years’ worth of memories that Brandon had of Natalie.

However, the conversation didn’t provide specific details about the drug, and Natalie realized that neither Charis nor the drug dealer knew each other’s true identities. Everything was shrouded in mystery. Unable to trace the IP address of the dealer since the website operated on the dark web, Natalie was unsure of what to do next.

Suddenly, a message appeared on the screen. It was from the dealer: “Who are you?”

Natalie was taken aback when she received an unexpected message. Confusion clouded her mind until she realized that she was using Charis’s account. It seemed plausible that the dealer was unaware of Charis’s death. Acting quickly, Natalie replied, “You sold me some drugs last time.”

Since the dealer didn’t know who Charis was, Natalie saw an opportunity to pretend to be her and gather useful information. The response came swiftly, “You want more?”

“Yes, I do want more,” Natalie replied, hoping to obtain the drug that caused memory loss. She intended to have Frank examine it in order to restore Brandon’s lost memories. However, as time passed, there was no further response from the dealer. Natalie waited anxiously, on the verge of losing hope, until a message finally appeared in the chat box.

“You’re not scared of being haunted by her ghost?” the message read.

Natalie was shocked. The dealer knew about Charis’s death. Transactions on the dark web were supposed to be confidential, with the buyer and seller remaining anonymous. Who was this mysterious dealer? How did they know Charis Turner was the buyer? Could they be nearby, watching everything unfold? Natalie’s mind was filled with questions, but she had no time to ponder them.

this opportunity, even if it meant making a deal with the devil. Calmly, Natalie responded, “You don’t need to know who I am.

seller quickly replied, “You are so bold, missy. Are

to be underestimated. While contemplating her response, the mysterious dealer suddenly went offline. Natalie hurriedly typed, “I’m ready to

on the seller’s account page, only to find it had been canceled. The mysterious and frugal dealer was her only lead at the moment. She had already spent five hundred thousand to obtain this clue from Allie. If

unease. Suddenly, a blood-red window appeared on the dark screen, and slowly, large bloody words materialized within it. Each

for what

haunt Natalie. Shocked by the scarlet words and unsettling laughter, Natalie flipped over the

Brandon standing in front

pulling Natalie out from behind the

continued, his gaze fixed on her. Natalie remained in a state of shock, her mind blank. Gradually, her heart calmed down as she breathed in Brandon’s familiar

shook her head

against the table. His gaze fixated on her, his expression pensive. Sensing his suspicion, Natalie quickly covered

I got so scared by that horror movie!” she exclaimed, attempting to

lips tightly, clearly unconvinced. Unable to decipher his thoughts, Natalie nervously bit her lip and cautiously asked, “Do you

someone who typically watches horror movies. Why did you suddenly want to watch

her seat and snatched the laptop from the ground. “Don’t move, I can get it myself,” she