The Substitute Bride and the CEO's Forbidden Passion

"Claire Wentworth, no matter how much you enjoy having the last word right now, my third brother will kick you out soon enough."

"Well, we'll talk about that when he actually tries to kick me out."

Claire Wentworth had no intention of dealing with this baffling woman, especially before she fully understood the other party's identity.

Just as she turned to leave, Sophie Chevalier blocked her way, wearing a smug expression. "Claire Wentworth, if you had left obediently before, I wouldn't have said anything. But now..."

Claire Wentworth's heart skipped a beat. She raised her eyelids and asked, "Do you have something on me?"

Sophie Chevalier beamed with pride. "You guessed it."

She waved her phone in front of Claire Wentworth's eyes. "Take a good look. This is a video of you fooling around with Lucas Moreau. If you don't leave, I'll show this video to my third brother."

How could a video of her and Lucas Moreau be on this woman's phone? Could she have colluded with Victoire Wentworth long ago? Claire Wentworth had underestimated Victoire Wentworth. She had thought that forcing her to substitute for the marriage was the limit, but she never expected that even after she married into the Montfort family, there was a Sophie Chevalier waiting to set her up.

Fine, very well!

"Scared now, aren't you?" Sophie Chevalier became even more complacent.

"Why should I be scared?" Claire Wentworth raised her eyebrows. It was just a video, after all.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll show this to my third brother?"

"Do as you please!"

Do as I please? Sophie Chevalier was furious. Didn't this woman understand that her actions were equivalent to cuckolding her third brother? Did the reputation of her third brother mean nothing to her? Or was it that she was dissatisfied with this substitute marriage, full of pent - up anger, and thus didn't care?

Sophie Chevalier was beside herself with anger. "Playing the 'not caring no matter what' card with me?"

Claire Wentworth pursed her lips, her dark eyes fixed intently on Sophie Chevalier. She retorted word by word, with great earnestness, "You're the dead pig! Your whole family are dead pigs!"

Sophie Chevalier was left dumbfounded. "?" Was Claire Wentworth out of her mind? Why did she have to look so serious when cursing?

After cursing Sophie Chevalier, Claire Wentworth moved her feet, preparing to enter the room. As soon as she did, Sophie Chevalier suddenly stepped back several paces. "Trying to grab my phone? Dream on."

Claire Wentworth stood there, looking at her self - righteous appearance. Suddenly, the corners of her mouth curled up.

The next second, Sophie Chevalier, who was solely focused on her, missed a step and tumbled down the stairs. Then she fainted without a sound.

The servants downstairs were thrown into chaos at the sight. Butler Wilson looked up at Claire Wentworth. "Young mistress, this..."

"Oh, she fell by herself. It has nothing to do with me." Claire Wentworth replied with an innocent look.

Butler Wilson: "..." He hadn't even asked yet, and this one was so eager to answer. It kind of gave off the feeling of protesting too much. However, he was just a butler. If the young mistress said it had nothing to do with her, then it was so.

Butler Wilson turned around, quickly arranging for a car and servants to deal with Miss Sophie Chevalier's situation. After finally sorting things out, he turned around and saw that the young mistress was acting as if nothing had happened, leaning against the staircase railing, leisurely playing with her phone.

That phone was so old, probably without even 4G. He really didn't know what was so interesting about it. Sigh! Butler Wilson couldn't help but sigh. He had originally thought this young mistress was gentle and kind, but it seemed she was rather heartless. Miss Sophie Chevalier had fallen like that, yet she could still play around as if nothing had happened.

Upstairs, Alexandre Montfort was lying on the bed, his eyes fixed on the virtual screen in front of him, which was playing the scene of Claire Wentworth. With a flick of his finger, the screen of Claire Wentworth's phone was magnified. Alexandre Montfort was quite surprised. He really didn't expect that his newly - wed wife was actually a hacker.

At this moment, she was breaking into Sophie Chevalier's phone. After typing in a few lines of code, an encrypted video in the phone was filtered out. With a gentle tap of her slender finger, the video was immediately force - deleted by the code command. Subsequently, all the storage space in Sophie Chevalier's phone, even the cloud drive, was swept clean by this command. There wasn't a single trace left.

"Leo?"

Leo, who was guarding outside the door, immediately pushed the door open and entered.

"Why wasn't it mentioned in the investigation materials that she's a hacker?"

Leo thought for a moment and then replied, "There really wasn't. According to the information Ryan sent back, the young mistress's computer skills are limited to drawing and writing on the computer."

As Leo spoke, he turned his gaze to the screen and froze. "Sir, I'll reinvestigate right away."

"Alright. Also, tell Butler Wilson to assign Jocelyn to the young mistress."

Leo was taken aback. Jocelyn, despite her young age, was extremely capable. The young master took her with him wherever he went. He had always thought that the young master intended to train Jocelyn into a powerful asset.

Unexpectedly, he would assign her to the young mistress. So... was the young master falling for the young mistress?

"Is there a problem?" Alexandre Montfort asked.

Leo quickly shook his head. "No, no problem. I'll go tell the butler right away."

After Leo left, Alexandre Montfort switched the screen back to the moment when Claire Wentworth was arguing with Sophie Chevalier. Looking at the girl who seemed delicate and gentle on the outside, but was instantly enraged by Sophie Chevalier's "Get as far away as you can!", the corners of Alexandre Montfort's mouth curved unconsciously.

Medical skills, hacking skills... and a personality completely different from what was in the investigation materials. Just how many secrets did his newly - wed wife hide? And what was the reason she volunteered to marry him?

While Alexandre Montfort was pondering these questions, Claire Wentworth had already returned to her room. After confirming that there were no surveillance cameras in the room, she turned on the computer and added another layer of protection to the original firewall before using it with peace of mind.

At lunchtime, Alexandre Montfort didn't show up, and Claire Wentworth didn't ask. When Butler Wilson called her for a meal, she ate obediently. However, she ate very quickly, as if she was afraid someone would snatch the food from her.

After the meal, she returned to her room, picked a lotus - colored dress from the wardrobe to change into, and then chose a bag to put the marriage certificate in. Then she went downstairs and looked for Butler Wilson.

"Young mistress, are you going out?"

Claire Wentworth nodded. "Yes, Butler Wilson. Is it convenient to arrange someone to accompany me?"

Her well - behaved and polite appearance at this moment was in stark contrast to the coldness she showed when facing Miss Sophie Chevalier in the morning. Did this young mistress know how to change faces? Butler Wilson curiously took a look at her, then turned around and went out to call a young girl in.

The girl looked less than twenty years old, with a round face and big eyes, wearing a blue tracksuit. As soon as she saw Claire Wentworth, she smiled, revealing two cute tiger teeth. "Hello, young mistress."

"This is Jocelyn. She has some martial arts skills and can handle three to five ordinary men without a problem. Her driving skills are also decent." Butler Wilson introduced.

Claire Wentworth nodded. In fact, the reason she wanted someone by her side was just to have an alibi. So, whether the person had martial arts skills or not didn't matter. As long as they could drive, it would be fine.

When the car drove out of the Montfort family villa and turned onto the main road, Claire Wentworth's phone rang. It was Antoine Wentworth calling. "Claire, what good does it do you to mess up the family business?"