The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Jocelyn suffered from serious injuries and was admitted to the hospital the next day.
Charis heard the news from her father.
When Charis went downstairs, she saw her father in the dining room, having dinner alone. The man seldom came home, and
she was surprised to see him. “What happened, Dad? Why didn’t you go on a date with your girlfriend today?”
“Jocelyn is in the hospital,” Luke answered nonchalantly.
“What happened to her? And what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the hospital with her?” Charis asked curiously.
“Well, I asked her what happened, but she is reluctant to tell me. If you have the time, why don’t you go and visit her?” Luke
wiped his mouth and stood up from the table. He didn’t have time to worry about such trivial issues. Jocelyn was a mere
plaything to him. Yes, he hadn’t lost interest in her yet; but that didn’t mean he cared about the woman.
Charis smiled but didn’t say anything. The members of the Turner family all shared one characteristic: they never cared about
the feelings of insignificant people.
Charis called Jocelyn and finally learned what had happened.
She couldn’t help but curse the woman’s stupidity. Jocelyn had come up with a foolish plan that ended up ruining her life.
Meanwhile, Charis was also a little surprised. She didn’t expect that Jocelyn hated Janet so much that she had even hired
people to rape her.
Charis despised people who inflicted harm upon others. Even so, she needed a vindictive person like Jocelyn to execute her
plans.
Charis didn’t think she made any mistake. She had merely stirred troubles to separate Janet from Brandon. Jocelyn was the true
culprit. Besides, Janet should blame herself for offending Jocelyn.
Charis was depressed and discontented for losing a valuable piece like Jocelyn in her game in such a short time. Charis would
have been less resentful if Jocelyn at least got a pyrrhic victory. However, Jocelyn’s plans had only backfired and ruined her own
life. Besides, Janet was still living a happy life without any worries.
“Gosh, could she be more stupid? I can’t believe my father likes such a foolish woman!” After a lot of thinking, she concluded that
Jocelyn and her mother would still be of some use to her. After all, it was easy to fool Jocelyn. The mother and daughter

despised Janet as much as she did. Therefore, joining hands with them would enable her to fulfill her goals easily.
A true businessman would make full use of every opportunity, and Charis was no exception.
Charis quickly changed her clothes, bought a get-well gift basket, and went to the hospital to see Jocelyn.
“Dad is also worried about you. He asked me to check on you.” She placed the basket on the table and secretly examined
Jocelyn’s face. She looked weak and haggard. Her legs and arms were wrapped in gauze. There were faint, purple hickeys on
her neck.
Charis grabbed Jocelyn’s hand and sighed. “How could Janet be so cruel to let them torture you this way?”
Fresh tears streamed down Jocelyn’s cheeks. “Does Mr. Turner know about what happened to me?”
“No. How can I tell my father about it? It will ruin your reputation.” Charis sat on the bed beside her with a pitiful look on her face.
“You don’t know how cruel and merciless Janet is. I want to fucking kill that bitch!” Jocelyn’s eyes turned bloodshot with rage.
She spoke as if this was never her plan.
“The first time I saw her, I didn’t think she was a simple woman either. You’re too kind and sympathetic. You have to think of a
perfect way to deal with such a vindictive woman.” Charis added fuel to the fire.
“What do I do, Charis? Tell me what to do!” Jocelyn was desperate to take revenge. She threw herself into Charis’s arms and
began sobbing uncontrollably.
Charis’s eyes glinted with disgust. Still, she patted Jocelyn’s back and said, “Don’t worry. You should take care of yourself first.”
Charis was in no hurry to drive a wedge between Jocelyn and Janet. After all, Jocelyn was a fool who acted recklessly without
thinking. She thought it was cardinal to train her first.
Just then, the door of the ward flew open.
“I brought you some soup, Jocelyn.” Fiona walked in with a pot of chicken soup.
Seeing Jocelyn resting on Charis’s arms, she recognized who she was at a glance.
“Hello. You must be Miss Turner, right?” She smiled warmly.