(Not) The Billionaire's Replacement Bride

said?" he asked sharply. The middle-aged man who had worked for him si

has disappeare

older man nodded. "Disappeared, you say? How

cted me, Sir. Your fiancée, Karenina, was declared missing just before dinner. Right now, everyone is searching for her.

ere right now. I need to confirm it myself." He gave the order brusquely. The middle-aged m

urious three-story mansion. "M-Mr. Gerald," a stutter escaped from the lady of the house's mouth. Her beautiful

xtraordinary display of politeness. Gerald could see

at are you doing here? How can the groom come to the bride's place? Have you forgotten that you two are in seclusion

. But I've just heard the unfortunate ne

d. The woman turned to her husband, who was sitting in a chair, massaging

r-in-law has disappeared just a day before the wedding." Gerald walked over to an empty single sofa. He sat down on the expensive leather sofa as

e ice against the glass filled the silence. Slowly, Gerald si

her had never approved of it, but there was a reason why she had reluctantly accepted t

ng white from the strength of her grip. "N-no. Please don't say anything to Mrs. Zeroun," she pleaded hesitantly. "Karenina isn't missing. Maybe she's just taki

wirled his whiskey glass and took another sip. "Is that so, Mr. Brooks?" Gerald looked at the lady's husband with a flat yet intimidating gaze

away. The elderly woman murmured apologies. "No. Really. I can assure you that tomorrow's event will proceed as

eyebrow. "What

sure you she'll be there,"

s, don't you?" Gerald's question this time genuinely frightened the woman. The lady of the house glanced at her husband, seeking

ife's suggestion. So, if you disgrace my family and tarnish the Zeroun name, then I won't hesitate to carry o

standing there with an arrogant demeanor. Her gaze was directed at the shouting boy. There was no smile on her face, unlike the usual Karenina. There was no frien

wore pants. But the Karenina before him now looked comfortable i

p underneath. Trust me, it made people wan

r hair reached her waist and was dyed brown. The girl in front of him had

ald's mind, the girl spoke up. Even her voice sounded very m

ross as cynical. "I've come to see Mrs. Caitlyn," she said in a flat tone. Her he