Substitute Marriage With the Illegitimate Son novel Chapter 21

Janet turned in the direction of the voice and found a white BMW parked at the curb not far away.

Wearing cat-eye sunglasses and a figure-hugging strapless dress, Jocelyn sat in the car next to Steve.

She took off her sunglasses now, and smacked the gum she was chewing as she eyed Janet and Ethan. "What, do you want a ride or something?" Jocelyn drawled. "I suppose that's fine, but make sure you wipe your shoes before you get in, or you're going to dirty my babe's new car."

Janet took out her phone and wordlessly rounded the car to take photos of its license plate. When she straightened, she pointed at the road sign just up ahead. "Didn't you see that you're not allowed to park here? If you don't move right away, I'll report you to the traffic enforcers."

Steve's ears burned with shame. He didn't want to irritate Janet with Jocelyn and had wanted to drive away immediately, but Jocelyn had stopped him.

Jocelyn crossed her arms over her chest and scoffed. "Go ahead, then. We can pay the fine, no matter how much it is. I'm not like you, who probably can't even afford to take a taxi. For all I know, you must be out here begging for alms, aren't you? Like some piss-poor vagrant. Oh, wait. Now that I think about it, our dog does the same."

Jocelyn's harsh words cut deep into Janet's skin. She gritted her teeth and looked at her feet to keep herself from spouting bitter curses at the woman.

Janet had worked hard to build herself up over time, yet her morale seemed to have crumbled in the blink of an eye. She felt as though she had regressed back to her younger, helpless self.

Janet clenched her fists so hard that her nails almost cut into her palm.

It was all she could do to keep her tears at bay.

She couldn't let anyone see her cry.

All of a sudden, Ethan pulled her back and took her in his arms.

Her forehead was then pressed against his broad, warm chest.

Just then, a Lamborghini sped toward them, its engine roaring in the otherwise serene highway. It screeched to a halt just a few feet behind the BMW.

"Whose car is this?" Jocelyn's boyfriend exclaimed. "It's a limited edition model!" Even Steve couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, thinking that the car was owned by some rich young master who wanted to show off his wealth as well as pick up girls.

Jocelyn craned her neck and stared at the Lamborghini in a similarly covetous fashion. Very few people in the city—no, in the whole country—could afford this luxury car. The BMW was nothing compared to this sleek Lamborghini. The driver of the Lamborghini got out of said car, walked past the BMW, and stopped in front of Ethan. He gave a small bow and spoke in a respectful voice. "I apologize for keeping you waiting, sir. Please get in the car."

Jocelyn and her boyfriend were stunned speechless.

That punk actually owned the Lamborghini?

But how was that even possible?

Ethan nodded at the driver and squeezed Janet's shoulder. "Let's go home," he said softly.

Jocelyn glared at the scene unfolding in front of her, her nostrils flared in anger.

Just what kind of man had Janet married?