The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire
Chapter 23: A Haunted House
Janet was busy every day at work and seldom had time for herself. Time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye because she was. consumed with work. "What a coincidence! How about we go back together?" Christopher stopped Janet in front of the elevator. Ever since Janet joined the Larson Group, the two had been coincidentally meeting every day after work. Sometimes, Janet would meet Christopher even if she worked overtime. "Chris, how come we meet every day after work?" Janet asked, smiling. Her biggest problem was not knowing to say no to people. Just then, her phone blared in her bag. She took it and saw Ethan’s name flashing on the screen. Therefore, she quickly answered the call. "What’s up?". "I found a house. I'm in the cafe opposite your company. Let’s go and see the house together. Ethan's words were brief and concise. She didn’t expect him to act fast. Janet put away her phone and looked at Christopher apologetically. "lm sorry, Chris. I have important work to do. I have to go now. "Okay, go ahead. Christopher smiled and watched Janet scurry out. He couldn't hear what the person on the other end of the line had said. However, judging from the smile on her face, Christopher felt she shared a good bond with the caller. When Christopher walked out of the building of the Larson Group, he saw Janet and a tall man disappear into a corner. The man was holding Janet's laptop bag. Looking at the man’s side profile, Christopher felt he was a handsome man. The house Ethan had m entioned earlier was near the Larson Group
It was a small apartment with two bedrooms, one living roo m, a bathroom, and a kitchen. The location, neighborhood, a nd every aspect of the house seemed to work well for Janet. The tasteful de coration was an added advantage. “Ethan, the house has excellent lightin g and is close to my company. It’s only t en minutes’ walk from the Larson Group. Janet’s eyes twinkled with delight as she wa lked around the house. However, the happine ss vanished from her face in an instant. Janet arched an eyebrow in suspicion. "This house is perfect in every way. The r ent must be at least a thousand dollars, right? asked you to look for an affordable . ho us e. Ethan looked at Janet's flustered face and smiled. "The landlord wants to rent out this hous e as soon as possible for personal reason s. He is only charging two hundred bucks. Janet cast a skeptical loo k at the realtor and pulle d Ethan closer to her side. "How is that possible? Is he a fraud?" . "If you don’t believe me, you can ask the realtor. " E than looked at the realtor. "That’s true. Mrs. Lester, your husband inqui red about the situation. The owner of the h ouse is desperate to rent out the house, so . he is willi ng to lower the rent. The realtor wi ped the sweat o n his forehead. The man wasn’t a realtor but was pretending to be one under Ethan's orders. He hoped that Janet would be dumb enough to believe him If he made any mistakes a nd Janet suspected him, he would lose his . j o b. "Okay, thank you. Do you mind if we looked around the house one more time?"
Although Janet sou nded polite, she h ad become vigilant. She walked into th e rooms and carefu lly inspected them. Leaning against the door, Ethan saw h er looking around the house and rumma ging through the cabinets and drawers. "What are you do ing? he asked in a hushed voice. Janet was still worr ied, so she even che cked under the beds. Then, she parted the dust on her d ress and stood up. "Something seems fishy. The rent of a hou se like this can’t be this cheap. Perhaps this house is haunted, or someone has died . here. We have to che ck it properly. " Et han was speechless. He stepped closer to her and gently wiped the dust on her face. "There is dust on y our face. He dusted his dirty finger s and frowned. "You are overthinking. Pe rhaps the landlord is ha ving a financial crisis. The apartment was E than’s property. He knew his house well. Janet's skin prickled a s his touch left a burn ing trail on her cheek. She quickly wip ed her face and turned around. "You're too naive. I feel something is wrong with the house. Otherwise, they wouldn't re nt it at such a cheap rate. And if that’s the . case, I have to go and bargain w ith the realtor. She rolled up her s leeves and trotted to the living room. "One hundred bucks. What do you say?”