Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

[Add one! I’d like to see the surveillance too, and especially what this anonymous hero looks like.]

[The surveillance supposedly broke down during that time.]

[Choosing a time when the surveillance was broken to clean up, that’s far more respectable than those fake good Samaritans flaunting for attention! ]

[Thumbs up for the anonymous hero!]

Viola Thompson sat in her study, read the news on her phone, then simply swiped it away.

Behind the scenes, someone was influencing everything.

A moment later, it seemed Viola remembered something. She sat up straight and picked up her computer.

Soon, the study was filled with the clatter of keys.

The Summer family.

Joyce had been waiting for a response from the bald man.

She waited all night, but there was no response from the bald man.

The video platform didn’t have a single piece of news about Viola.

What was happening?

Quite anxious, Joyce grabbed her phone and made a call. But she was greeted with a busy tone at the other end.

Joyce slightly furrowed her brows.

Did the bald man and the others take the money and run?

That would be incredibly unprofessional!

She could not allow Viola to benefit at no cost.

She must make Viola pay.

Joyce stood up and went to the study.

“Dad!”

Marshall was dealing with important paperwork, and he looked up at Joyce, “What’s up?”

“The people you’ve hired are useless! Not only is there no progress, but I can’t even reach them by phone!”

“They haven’t finished yet?” Marshall frowned slightly.

Marshall pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

The sound indicating the line was disconnected echoed from the other end.

Marshall made another call in annoyance.

This time, it went through.

Marshall, his face frozen, demanded, “What’s going on? Why isn’t the job done yet?”

The person in charge nervously mollified Marshall, “Mr. Beckman, please calm down, don’t be anxious. I’ll investigate right away and give you a satisfactory answer.”

After hanging up, Marshall reassured Joyce, “They will reply soon, don’t worry. We’ve got Viola cornered.”

Relieved, Joyce headed back towards her bedroom.

As soon as Joyce turned around, the landline in the study began to ring.

“Hello.” Marshall answered the phone.

Whatever was said on the other end drained the color from Marshall’s face.

“What?”

“I’ll be right there!”

After finishing his statements, Marshall hurriedly hung up the phone and rushed out.

He was moving so swiftly that he nearly knocked Joyce over.

Joyce watched her father’s retreating figure, her brows slightly furrowed. She was curious about what had happened.

But Joyce was not in a hurry.

Because she believed in her father’s abilities.

No matter what, her father could handle it perfectly.

Once Joyce returned to her room, she started to practice the piano while waiting for the results.

Soon, night fell.

Joyce checked her phone again.

There was no news.

Unable to wait any longer, Joyce went downstairs, “Mom, where’s dad?”

Cornelia glanced at the clock on the wall, and found it strange.

It was already nine o’clock and Marshall was still not home.

Usually, by this time, Marshall would be sitting in the living room watching financial news.

“He hasn’t come back yet,” Although Cornelia found it strange, she didn’t think too much of it, “Do you need something from your dad?”

Joyce nodded.

“He is probably working late,” said Cornelia.

At the same time.

Xia Group.

Marshall sat in his office, grasping his head in exasperation.

“Mr. Beckman, our company’s milk powder has been found to contain carcinogens and is currently under investigation.”

“Mr. Beckman, this is the termination letter from 1k.”

“Mr. Beckman, the land in the south was acquired by the Ye family.” “Mr. Beckman, the Ele Group intends to terminate its cooperation with us.”

“Mr. Beckman…

Before one crisis could be managed, the next one would hit.

Marshall had no idea what had happened.

In just one day, the troubles Xia Group faced were enough to send him to an early grave.

Barely getting a moment to rest, the secretary approached him again, “Mr.

Beckman.’

“What happened now?” Marshall furrowed his brows.

The secretary glanced at Marshall, somewhat at a loss for how to begin, then finally said, “Your…your son has been detained.”

“Detained?” Marshall immediately stood up, “Hasn’t the matter been resolved?”

The ‘son’ the secretary was referring to was Marshall’s son, Mortimer.

Mortimer was also Marshall’s sole heir.

Mortimer was a textbook playboy, well-versed in all kinds of amusements..