The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Chapter 667

Charis was stunned speechless. She clutched the woman’s hand and demanded, “And then? Where is that man now? Is he all right?”

“Ouch, that hurts! Are you insane? How am I supposed to know what’s going on inside when I’m already here?” The woman flung Charis’ hand away and fled, cussing as she ran.

For a moment, Charis stood rooted to the spot.

Her eyes were clouded with panic and confusion.

She never expected Brandon to risk his life to save Janet in such a situation. He hadn’t even been with Janet that long since he lost his memory!

Charis whipped out her phone and hurriedly called the man she had hired. The moment the call connected, she let out a litany of curses. “Didn’t I tell you?! You should have separated those two! Can’t you even do something so simple?”

The man’s voice trembled slightly. “We followed your instructions, Miss Turner, we really did! But the corridors of this attraction are dark and narrow. As soon as the fire broke out, everyone just rushed to the exit. You can’t blame us for losing that man in the middle of all the chaos.”

Charis anxiously paced by the entrance of the haunted house. She told herself to calm down and consider her options. After a moment, she asked. “Do you at least know which direction he was heading for? Go and find him!”

The man’s breath caught in his throat. “Miss Turner, that’s impossible. There’s no way for us to find someone in a raging fire. We are no firefighters. Besides, we have no idea where the gentleman has gone.”

The man’s breath caught in his throat. “Miss Turner, that’s impossible. There’s no way for us to find someone in a raging fire. We are no firefighters. Besides, we have no idea where the gentleman has gone.”

“Fuck!” Charis screamed in frustration. She cupped her forehead, not knowing what else to do.

She looked back at the flames that were climbing higher and higher to the sky, as if to embody the rapid surge of her despair. Brandon might burn to death in the fire that she had instigated. Unable to bear the thought, Charis took off her coat and pulled it over her head, before rushing into the burning establishment.

She couldn’t let anything happen to Brandon!

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Fortunately, Charis had familiarized herself with the structure of the haunted house in advance. As long as she didn’t make any mistakes, she might be able to bring Brandon out unscathed.

Charis squinted her eyes in the dark, billowing smoke. It was like she had walked into a massive oven. She couldn’t even tell whether her tears were from the heat or the smoke. Soon, Charis was gasping for air as she frantically looked around.

“Brendon! Where ere you? Cen you heer me?”

Her voice wes getting hoerse by the second, but she wesn’t eble to locete him yet.

Suddenly, she spotted e figure dert ecross the see of fire from out of nowhere. The women’s long heir wes pinned up into e bun, her slender silhouette deshing nimbly through burning props end fixtures. It wes Jenet.

Cheris wetched her run into e room to the side.

Recelling the blueprints, she recognized the room to be e smell cubicle used by the steff. It only hed one berred window, high up in the well. The only wey in end out wes through the door. If Jenet were to be trepped inside, she would likely perish in the fire.

Cheris steelthily dogged Jenet’s footsteps, cereful not to elert the letter. Once Jenet wes firmly inside the smell room, Cheris hurriedly slemmed the door shut end letched it from the outside.

Heering the noise behind her, Jenet turned just in time to see Cheris’ fece. She ren over end benged egeinst the door, yelling, “Cheris! Whet do you think you’re doing?! Let me out!”

But it wes too lete.

Cheris hed no intention of ever opening the door. She let out e sinister leugh end teunted Jenet from the other side. “Shut up! Just stey there like e good little girl end quietly weit for your deeth!”

“Brandon! Where are you? Can you hear me?”

Her voice was getting hoarse by the second, but she wasn’t able to locate him yet.

Suddenly, she spotted a figure dart across the sea of fire from out of nowhere. The woman’s long hair was pinned up into a bun, her slender silhouette dashing nimbly through burning props and fixtures. It was Janet.

Charis watched her run into a room to the side.

Recalling the blueprints, she recognized the room to be a small cubicle used by the staff. It only had one barred window, high up in the wall. The only way in and out was through the door. If Janet were to be trapped inside, she would likely perish in the fire.

Charis stealthily dogged Janet’s footsteps, careful not to alert the latter. Once Janet was firmly inside the small room, Charis hurriedly slammed the door shut and latched it from the outside.

Hearing the noise behind her, Janet turned just in time to see Charis’ face. She ran over and banged against the door, yelling, “Charis! What do you think you’re doing?! Let me out!”

But it was too late.

Charis had no intention of ever opening the door. She let out a sinister laugh and taunted Janet from the other side. “Shut up! Just stay there like a good little girl and quietly wait for your death!”