The Substitute Bride and the CEO's Forbidden Passion

Experimental notes.

Any of the prescriptions recorded in the "Medicine" notebook could dominate the entire pharmaceutical industry. And the experiments documented in the "Medical" notebook left Claire Wentworth utterly astonished.

She suddenly realized that the most precious wealth her mother left her was neither real estate nor stocks and gold bars, but these two notebooks.

No wonder, in her previous life, after Antoine Wentworth took the contents of the safe - deposit box, the Wentworth family and the Moreau family were able to rapidly rise and dominate the local area...

Claire Wentworth tightly clenched her fingers. It took her a long time to calm herself down and barely suppress the anger in her heart.

After taking out the notebooks, she found a jade ring with a large emerald at the bottom. This must be her mother's ring, right?

Claire Wentworth happily put the ring on her ring finger, thinking that perhaps this meant her mother was always by her side.

A few minutes later, Claire Wentworth composed herself, putting aside her thoughts of her mother. She put the things on the table back into the iron box and walked out, carrying the box.

Jocelyn, who was waiting outside, immediately came up to her as soon as she saw her. The fat manager beside them looked at them timidly.

The corners of Claire Wentworth's mouth curved slightly upward as she walked towards the fat manager.

"If Antoine Wentworth finds out that I've taken the things from the safe - deposit box, you're doomed."

"No, I definitely won't tell anyone. Please rest assured, Miss Wentworth."

Claire Wentworth took out a gold bar and threw it into his hand. "Go exchange this for Chinese yuan and get me a bank card."

The fat manager took the gold bar and rushed out in a hurry. In less than ten minutes, he came back with a bank card, his chubby face full of obsequious smiles.

"Miss Wentworth, the money has been deposited. The gold bar was 200 grams, and it was exchanged for a total of 125,036 yuan. I rounded it up for you and deposited 150,000 yuan in the card."

Claire Wentworth frowned. "Who told you to act on your own? Change it back. I won't miss a single cent that belongs to me, and I won't take a single cent that doesn't. Understand?"

The fat manager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded repeatedly. "Understood, understood. I'll change it right away."

Jocelyn watched the young mistress's series of actions, her eyes filled with admiration. She had originally thought that the young mistress was just a substitute bride abandoned by the Wentworth family. Unexpectedly, she was so decisive and handled things neatly without leaving any potential problems.

"Young mistress, where are we going next?" Jocelyn asked after they walked out of the bank.

"To buy a mobile phone."

"Sure thing."

After buying the mobile phone, when they drove back to the Montfort family villa, it was almost seven o'clock. Claire Wentworth returned to her room, washed her face, and then heard Jocelyn shouting outside the door, "Young mistress, it's time for dinner."

Claire Wentworth put away her mobile phone and went downstairs to the dining room. Just as she sat down, she saw Alexandre Montfort being wheeled in by Leo in a wheelchair.

Perhaps after an afternoon of rest, he looked better now. The soft light had removed the coldness and aloofness from him, leaving only a hint of mildness.

A smile instantly appeared in Claire Wentworth's eyes, and she sent a friendly signal to him. After all, he would be her backer in the future.

Alexandre Montfort glanced at her. The ill - fitting wedding dress she had been wearing was replaced with a well - fitting lotus - colored dress. Although her figure was still slender, it had become more graceful. A half - moon - shaped silver pendant hung between her delicate collarbones.

She sat at the dining table like a well - behaved doll, her jet - black eyes full of smiles, staring intently at him. Alexandre Montfort nodded slightly in her direction.

Claire Wentworth's smile became even gentler. Their interaction was noticed by Sophie Chevalier. She unconsciously narrowed her eyes, and the hatred in her eyes was undisguisedly directed at Claire Wentworth's face.

You dead woman, laugh, laugh as much as you can. You'll be crying soon enough.

The food was served, and the servants withdrew. Sophie Chevalier gave Claire Wentworth a cold sneer. This overwhelming malice instantly dispelled the good mood Claire Wentworth had when facing Alexandre Montfort. She looked up at Sophie Chevalier.

"Sweetheart, what's the meaning of suddenly sneering at me?"

She's getting angry again! Alexandre Montfort's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Just as he was watching the show, Claire Wentworth suddenly turned her head and seriously met his gaze. "Oh, right, Young Master Montfort, this lady said she's your lover?"

The way she questioned him was as if she was really his legitimate wife. Alexandre Montfort lowered his eyelids, hiding the faint interest in his eyes.

But this expression made Sophie Chevalier extremely flustered. She quickly explained, "No,Third brother, I never meant that. Claire Wentworth, don't talk nonsense here."

Claire Wentworth turned her head, stared intently into her eyes, and said in an imposing manner, "Am I talking nonsense? When we first met, didn't I ask you who you were? How did you answer me?"

"You told me to get lost, saying that I wasn't worthy of the noble Young Master Montfort. Every word you said implied that only you were worthy of Young Master Montfort. With such hints, if I couldn't figure out your identity, wouldn't it make me seem stupid?"

Sophie Chevalier was furious. Although that was exactly what she thought in her heart, she had only thought about it and never shown it, let alone said it out loud. How dare this dead woman slander her like this?

She quickly glanced at Alexandre Montfort, hoping to see some different emotions on his face. But all she saw was him sitting there with his eyes downcast, and the knuckles of his hands gripping the wheelchair armrests were slightly white due to the force.

Sophie Chevalier guessed that he was angry. She couldn't help but pout in aggravation. "What you think is your business. Anyway, I didn't mean that. And, Claire Wentworth, what I want to talk about now is the matter of you pushing me."

"Did I push you?" Claire Wentworth's dark eyes stared fixedly at her. "When did this happen? Why don't I remember?"

Sophie Chevalier was enraged by her feigning ignorance. "This morning, right outside your room..."

"Oh~~~" Claire Wentworth elongated the ending sound. "I remember now. But how can you wrongly accuse me? You clearly rolled down the stairs on your own. I even thought it was a unique way for you to exercise. Isn't it?"

Sophie Chevalier's chest heaved uncontrollably, and her voice became shrill. "Claire Wentworth, who do you know exercises by rolling down the stairs? Are you crazy?"

Claire Wentworth still had that cold and serious look. "Since you say it isn't, then it isn't. What's the point of calling me crazy? Do you think I'll actually become crazy just because you call me that?"

"Let me ask you, have you ever given someone a gift? If the person doesn't accept the gift you give, who will the gift ultimately belong to?"

Sophie Chevalier: "..."

Is this woman crazy? She's scolding me in such a roundabout way. Does she think I can't tell?

Sophie Chevalier was so angry that her face turned red. She pointed at the door. "Third brother, make her leave!"