The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 667

It was Luke Turner on the phone.

“Looks like you have handled the matter well, Mr. Turner. I’d like you to bring everything Vivian left with the Turner family to me,” Brandon said. “What do you mean? Why do you want all her things? Aren’t you relieved that she’s out of your life?” Luke could barely suppress his anger.

“I understand that you’re in a bad mood since you’ve been cleaning up her mess all these days, Mr. Turner. Sean, head over to the Turner’s home and collect what I want.” Brandon leaned back in his chair, ignoring Luke’s anger.

Sean raised his head from the pile of documents on his desk. He spoke loudly so Luke would hear. ‘I’ll set off immediately. Perhaps Mr. Turner will be kind enough to pack up all Vivian’s belongings so I can take them away.”

“Don’t you trust me?” Luke asked, becoming even more annoyed. “Do you think I would hide something from you?”

“I trust you, but not Vivian. I will feel better once his chair, ignoring Luke’s anger.

Sean raised his head from the pile of documents on his desk. He spoke loudly so Luke would hear. “I’ll set off immediately. Perhaps Mr. Turner will be kind enough to pack up all Vivian’s belongings so I can take them away.”

“Don’t you trust me?” Luke asked, becoming even more annoyed. “Do you think I would hide something from you?”

“I trust you, but not Vivian. I will feel better once I have checked everything she left. Thank you, Mr. Turner,’ Brandon said casually before hanging up the phone.

Luke roared into the phone before he realized Brandon was no longer on the other end of the line, denying him the opportunity to vent his anger.

They were perceived as the villains in this matter, so he had to take care if he tried to defend himself. He realized his only option was to pack up Vivian’s

to head downstairs when he thought of something. He turned to Brandon and asked, “Mr.

document to Sean’s face. The fierceness of his stare was intimidating.

the door behind him when he heard a calm voice from within. “Remember, don’t

Larson, do you think she might have

have allowed Vivian any access

was convinced she had been somehow involved with the pharmacist. His amnesia had gone, but

hoped to find an answer among her things. “Don’t worry, Mr. Larson. I’ll

in his chest, but Brandon’s

the Turners; make sure they send Vivian abroad.” Brandon was determined to remain vigilant. He sensed that things

of life and noise. An ambulance was parked in front of

car, walked past the medical staff, and studied inside

with blue and white stripes. Her hands and feet were tied with transparent tape, and she’d been gagged. She was

bloodshot eyes. They were full of hatred. It made Sean feel

paramedics out of the house. He looked

up to Luke. He frowned and

“What’s wrong with Vivian?”

Now she seemed completely insane. “Didn’t Brandon send you here to collect Vivian’s things? It’s all in that box inside. Sean, you don’t need me to ask someone to help you carry it to your car, do you?” Luke nodded toward the big box on a round wooden table and snorted disdainfully. Sean

ubiquitous look of cunning in his eyes that everyone was used to seeing. “We have enough help here, thank you. Go and tell Brandon that Vivian has gone mad. Three days ago, Vivian wanted to commit suicide. I don’t know if she is really crazy or just pretending, nor do