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The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire
Chapter 900 Car Crash
Dalores had no tto get out of the way.
The truck rammed into her car, sending it toppling a few meters away.
The oil tank was punctured in the process, and gasoline steadily flowed out of the vehicle and onto the road. In the next second,
a loud explosion occurred, and the car was ablaze. Dark smoke billowed into the night sky as the pungent smell of burning
spread in the air.
The other cars screeched to a halt, and several burly men in black suits approached the scene to assess the situation. Dalores
was stuck inside the car and her head was bleeding. She lay in a coma, surrounded by raging flames.
*****
The next day.
Brandon had just finished breakfast and was reading the newspaper on the sofa when he received a call from Sean.
“We found Dalores.”
Before Brandon could respond, the woman in his arms instantly discarded her magazine and sat up. “You found her?” Janet
exclaimed. “Where is she?”
Because of the paparazzi, Jdecided not to go to W Marks today and work from hinstead.

Brandon listened for a while what Sean had to say and hung up the phone. He placed it on the table and resumed reading his
paper.
“What happened?” Jsn*aked her arm around his and looked up at him with wide, expectant eyes.
“Dalores is dead.”
She let out a gasp. “What? How come?”

“It seems that Mrs. Fuller also sent her people to hunt her down. Apparently, Dalores drove on the wrong side of the road to
escape the chase, and was eventually hit by a truck.” Brandon’s tone was cold and methodical. He put down his newspaper to
lean over and peck her lips. “This is actually a good thing for her.” n
But Jwas unsettled. She didn’t expect Dalores to die from an accident, and so suddenly, too. 3
As if on cue, the news about the very saccident flashed on the TV screen. The crash was so bad that it had caused a small
explosion on the highway, which, in turn, caused a major traffic jam. The camera panned over to the burnt car, where the
rescuers were in the process of extracting a burnt b*ody. Naturally, the corpse was censored.
“Don’t watch it.” Brandon grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. “Dalores was driving. She got herself into this accident. She
was reckless and stupid. It has nothing to do with us.”
“I understand what you’re saying.” Jslowly cback to her senses.
With Dalores’ death, this matter was finished. At least for now, anyway. Either way, Jstill had much work to do.
After putting herself back together, Jcollected her purse. “Since Dalores is dead, there’s no use in going forward with the
lawsuit. I need to go to the stuand tell Tasha to withdraw it.”

“It can wait. Why don’t you take one more day off and we go out and relax? The cherry blossoms are in season. Didn’t you
always want to see them?” Brandon moved as he spoke, gathering her in his arms and pulling her back to the sofa until they
were tangled together.
Jlooked reluctant to stay. “Mr. Wesley askedto manage W Marks in his absence. I have to take responsibility for my
word. I can’t back down just because of stabloid reporters.”
Brandon knew that he couldn’t change her mind.
He released her and said in a serious tone, “You can go to the studio, but don’t be too hard on yourself. You don’t have to
shoulder everything.”
He let out a sigh and added, “Draco is a good man, but he is too softhearted. He has to bear sresponsibility for what
happened as well. If he had dealt with Dalores as soon as possible, if he had refused to employ that scum in the first place, we
could have avoided so many tragedies.”

Brandon’s brows were furrowed. He didn’t like it when a man was indecisive, especially when it was costing other people.
“Well, all right. You can stop talking now. Mr. Wesley has a clear mind and heart. He knew everything from the beginning. He’s
simply too kind for his own good.” Jhad to admit that Draco was indeed too softhearted.
The thing with Brandon, though, was that he never mixed his emotions with work. He was firm and resolute with his every move,
which was also why the Larson Group had grown into the empire that it was today.
Regardless, to each his own. Everyone went through different experiences, which played a part in shaping their individual
personalities. It wasn’t a bad thing entirely that Draco was kind. They couldn’t fault him for that.
Brandon snorted and rolled his eyes. He nuzzled the crook of her neck and playfully nipped at her skin. “Honey, why are you
always siding with other people instead of your husband?”
“I’m not!” Jdenied vehemently, though her face broke into a wide grin.
Something else occurred to her then. She ran her fingers through Brandon’s soft, rave hair. “There’s something I want to ask
you. That first photo ofand Draco, was Dalores behind that, too?”

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