The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire novel Chapter 256

Fiona hired someone to tamper with the men's car.It was the dead of night and so silent you could hear a pin drop.

The men draped their arms over each other's shoulders for support and sauntered out of the bar drunkenly.

One of them made a suggestion, "I'll drive.We can take a leisurely drive before we head home."

A little while later, the car picked up the men from the curb side.

The rest of the men were so drunk that they paid no attention to the driver.

The next day, the sky was bright blue and there was a bustling about the streets.

Fiona had enjoyed a restful sleep.She turned on the TV in a relaxed mood and smiled at what she saw.

A morning news was being broadcast.

The report advised that a group of drunk vagrants had drove while intoxicated and caused a tragic accident.

From the footage played on the news, smoke filled the sky when the fire was eventually extinguished.

The car was battered and in several pieces.

Fiona could vaguely make out several dead bodies littering the scene around the burnt car.

All the men had met their demise in this accident.

The place of the accident was located in the suburbs, miles away from the city.

The car had crashed and burned to ashes.

When the policemen arrived at the scene, they were met by the sight of the flaming car and numerous dead bodies.

There was no brake failure discovered.

In the end, the police wrote it off as a simple accident caused by drunk driving.

"Mom, are they really dead?" Jocelyn asked from the staircases, dark circles around her eyes.

In the course of just a few days, her face had become haggard because of the stress of the blackmail.Fiona heaved a long sigh of relief, motioned the servant to bring the breakfast, and then walked up the stairs to grab hold of Jocelyn's hand.