Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

“[I can’t believe how handsome Jasper Moore is! “[Divine Doctor Suen is truly remarkable!

“[An irreplaceable Divine Doctor.]”

Everyone pushes a falling wall.

The messy situation was far from over; yet another piece of news came to

Turns out, Betty Cooper’s sudden improvement in medical skills involved questionable and secretive methods.

Those criticizing Betty Cooper grew in numbers.

Betty sat on the sofa.

She was pale, her hair unkempt, looking particularly disheveled.

She had not expected things to spiral out of control so rapidly.

In just a few hours,

She had fallen from being Miss Betty Cooper, held in high esteem, to a scandalous ‘Betty someone’ in the news.

She began to regret.

Regretting her attempt to outdo Suen.

But she just couldn’t stand the humiliation.

After years of hard work and battling in the field of traditional medicine, she turned out to be inferior to a person who had long disappeared from the public eye.

Divine Doctor Suen!

Only he was in everyone’s praises.

Right at this moment, Rebecca strolled over with her luggage, “Settle this month’s wages for me.”

Gone was the usual caution, Rebecca stared at Betty.

“What did you call me?” Betty looked at Rebecca incredulously.

“What? You still think you’re the high and mighty Miss Betty Cooper?” Rebecca’s eyes were full of mockery.

They didn’t have any emotional attachment.

Betty was usually very strict, intolerant of any mistakes from those around her.

As cold as frost.

And she had a habit of docking wages for the slightest reasons.

“At least I’m your employer right now! ”

Rebecca chuckled, “Sorry, I don’t need this job anymore.”

Betty was previously a divine doctor.

Being her first assistant, Rebecca was also proud.

After all, in front of outsiders, Betty would just talk to her.

Many people had offered her various benefits to gain Betty’s favor.

But now…

What does Betty have?

Betty was even worse off than her.

Betty furrowed her brows. “Insolence!”

Indeed, too insolent!

Though she was downtrodden, she still shouldn’t be bullied by a mere assistant.

Rebecca continued: “If you don’t want to pay me, then I’ll have to apply for labor arbitration.’

Having said that, Rebecca turned around and left.

“Stop!’

Betty was shouting at Rebecca’s receding figure.

Rebecca didn’t react at all.

Betty grabbed a vase and threw it in Rebecca’s direction.

“Scoundrels! All scoundrels!”

Betty broke down crying.

Jasper Moore sat in front of his computer, reading the exposed scandal, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

So satisfying.

That’s just what people like Betty Cooper deserved!

Today was Viola Thompson’s second day in Capital City.

Her Grandfather’s health was still recovering, so she had to stay in Capital City for three more days, just in case.

For some reason.

She really liked Capital City.

She had an inexplicable affinity for this city.

Viola was walking alone in the afternoon streets, watching children returning home from school, a smile graced her lips.

Just then, she spotted a milk tea shop along the road, she had never seen before.

Fragrant Coffee.

It seemed rather nice.

Viola walked in.

The clerk was very enthusiastic, “Miss, what would you like to drink?”

“Hmm, Taro Milk Tea.’

The clerk apologetically replied: “We are temporarily out of Taro Milk Tea, can I recommend our signature milk tea instead?”

“How does it taste?” Viola asked.

“It’s great, a must-try for regular customers.” The clerk answered.

Viola nodded slightly, “Okay, I’ll have that.”

The lady was so easygoing and pretty, the clerk naturally prepared her drink with extra ingredients.

A full large cup.

“Here you go, miss.”

“Thank you.” Viola took it with both hands.

“You’re welcome.’

Viola was trying Fragrant Coffee for the first time, after a sip, she was overwhelmed by its amazing taste, and her eyes lit up.

That scene happened to be witnessed by a young boy outside the window.

“Borden, look! That’s her! She’s the one who’s really good at basketball!”

Samuel Thompson turned his gaze slightly and saw the girl drinking tea.

At a glance, she looked no more than 17 or 18 years old. From his perspective, he could only see one side of her face.

Her profile was stunning.

It was hard to imagine a girl who excelled in basketball.

“Are you sure it’s her?” Samuel asked.

The young boy shook his head, “l cant be mistaken, definitely her! She even patted my head yesterday and called me a kid!” The first time he met someone so peculiar.

Samuel chuckled.

It wasn’t hard to imagine how amusing that scene must have been.

“Aren’t you a kid?” Samuel asked.

“Damn! I’m already 18!’