All Chapters of Mysterious Husband is Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Miss Clarissa, I've done it." Behind the stage, Jordan overheard Raisa's phone conversation. Hearing Clarissa's name, he furrowed his brow. He felt something was wrong with them. "I'm sure Clarissa is planning something. This can't be ignored. Clarissa is not an ordinary person, I have to investigate her." He muttered. Jordan rubbed his head. Raisa's words made him suspicious. But he needed proof and certainty about his suspicions. Jordan's company sales had plummeted drastically. The decline was also sharp, investors were starting to withdraw their funds. However, Jordan couldn't find the cause. His phone vibrated. An unknown number with the area code Values. "Hello?" He answered, his voice tense. "Mr. Jordan?" The voice on the other end whispered. "I have important information, it's about Miss Clarissa. It turns out she's the one who's been bankrupting your company." "Who are you?" Jordan asked, furrowing his brow, curiosity gnawing at his heart. "Me?" A chuckle came from t

Clara stepped into the familiar yet foreign elite mansion, her two sons at her side, their presence drawing curious stares from the gathered crowd. The atmosphere was starkly different from six years ago, when she was greeted with cheerful smiles by the servants and even the housekeepers. Lara quickly brushed aside the memories of the past and opened her eyes wide, taking in the scene of mourning that mirrored her own grief. A casket stood in the center of the room, its occupant, the man who had been a pillar of support throughout her childhood, now laid still and lifeless. Clara's tears flowed freely, Lucas and Louis mirroring her sorrow. Jessica, standing beside her with a scowl, broke the silence. "Finally, you're back. I wonder if you only returned after Grandpa passed away." She said, arms crossed over her chest. Clara took a deep breath and looked at Jessica, trying to remain composed. "It's been a long time, but you're still the same. Are you twisting the facts? Don't start

"Mr. Jordan Halle, I've been hearing about the embezzlement scandal that Clarissa committed. And your company was one of the victims, yet you look fine. Maybe there's something going on between you two…" "Whatever you say, but after the competition winners are announced, I'll hold a press conference…" "But CEO Jordan, your credibility will fall." Raisa spoke up after listening to their conversation. "No! The press conference must be held." After speaking, Jordan stood up from his chair. "Coincidentally, I agree with you," Simon smiled mysteriously, "I hope your name is on the list of competition winners." Before leaving, he glanced at Raisa. If you think about it, Jordan did look relaxed and carefree. Could what Simon, the musician, said be true? Raisa was lost in thought. "Hey, what are you thinking about? Let's go." Raisa obediently followed her boss back to the competition venue… From the front row seats, Simon saw two people who had just arrived sitting side by side

Aldi Sebastian, a photographer for a prominent magazine, was a bachelor at thirty-three. His parents had tried everything-blind dates, introductions to eligible heiresses-but Aldi remained uninterested. These women were beautiful, highly educated, and professionally successful. He should have chosen one, yet the prospect held no appeal. He wouldn't even bother to get to know them. Some speculated he wasn't attracted to women, but his close relationship with a hijab-wearing woman had shifted the focus of those whispers. Many women were openly envious of the way he treated her-with exceptional kindness and gentleness. Anna found the attention uncomfortable. He even drove her to work every day. "It seems the gossip mill is in overdrive. Anna and Mr. Aldi, that foreign photographer, are getting awfully close." "What?" The modern school gates, where Anna worked, buzzed with the swirling rumors. Their closeness caused a sensation among the

Anna awoke to find herself nestled in a bed, a thick blanket partially covering her. She looked around, the room empty. "Where am I?" She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her. Touching her head, she realized a cool compress was bound to her forehead. "Who put this on me?" She pressed her temples, hoping to ease the throbbing pain. "What happened?" she tried to recall. "I couldn't have fainted in the street, could I?" "Anna, you're awake?" Oh dear! Her voice must have been too loud. Footsteps approached. Anna's curiosity piqued. "Aldi?" She remembered walking with Aldi earlier. Now she was here. 'Did Aldi bring me here? Did he carry me?' Anna's silence prompted Aldi to approach the bedside. Feeling awkward, she forced herself to sit up, leaning against the pillows. "Let me help you change that compress." He gently touched her forehead. "You have a high fever. Your head still