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

Emma cruelly produced the exact same badge as the one in Emily's photo, unsettling Jordan. "This badge... where did you get it?" Jordan's voice trembled, a stark contrast to Emma's sinister laughter. "It was found near Miss Clarissa's body at the cliff edge where she was discovered dead." "Impossible! This is a trap. You're setting me up, and besides, this isn't admissible evidence. Do you know why?" Jordan argued, seemingly finding unexpected courage. "Every object has fingerprints." Emma's gaze sharpened. "Not evidence? Then how do you explain the badge, Jordan? That badge is only worn by members of 'Black Eagle,' a notoriously ruthless group involved in various crimes. This means you're one of them, am I wrong?" Jordan fell silent. The 'Black Eagle's' reputation was abysmal. His past membership in the group was a mistake he deeply regretted, a mistake threatening to destroy his life. "I... I've left the group," he whispered. "Left?" Emily scoffed. "Do you think we'll believe

"Would you like a drink?" Although she wasn't thirsty, seeing Jordan's attentive care for the twins, Clara agreed. Especially since Jordan was offering her current favorite drink. Clara was surprised he remembered her preference. "Thank you," she murmured. Clara took the drink from Raffaele, though a row of beer bottles stood before her. Jordan assumed Clara enjoyed the drink, but while he was occupied with the twins, no one suspected Clara would replace Jordan's offering with a bottle of beer when they weren't looking. Clara wasn't usually a drinker, but she craved it intensely. She glanced at Jordan before taking a sip, their closeness causing her to smile as she drained the clear green glass bottle. Unconsciously, she enjoyed it and wanted more, regardless of the consequences. "Mommy, wake up!" Lucas's small cry startled her, but Clara was already asleep, overcome by the alcohol... THE NEXT MORNING... "Mommy, why aren't you awake yet?" The twins' whimpers roused Clara, but