Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1019: What Are You Doing, Hm?

Justin Xavier feels that Leah Thorne has been acting out of character these days. Not only has she been making advances on him at night, but she also cuddles up to him and acts coy, something he never dared to imagine before.

"Mrs. Xavier, what has gotten into you?" Justin Xavier cups her small face with his large hand.

He quickly notices that the scar on her right cheek has been scratched open by someone else, and his chilly black eyes narrow suddenly. He immediately purses his lips and asks, "What’s wrong with your face? Did someone bully you?"

Hiss.

At this moment, Leah Thorne lets out a soft cry; she has other injuries on her body.

Justin Xavier then sees more scratches on her fair neck, as if made by someone with long nails, and a layer of cold menace covers his handsome eyes, "Mrs. Xavier, did you get into a fight with someone?"

Leah Thorne doesn’t want those unpleasant words to reach his ears, so she brushes it off, "Yeah, I got into a fight today, but I won. I had Serena with me, and we beat them up so badly they went home crying to their mothers."

A hawk-like sharpness flashes in Justin Xavier’s eyes, but he says nothing and instead pulls her soft waist into his embrace, "Let’s go back. I’ll apply some medicine for you."

...

The two of them return to the hospital, and Justin Xavier takes out his phone to dial a number.

The call is quickly answered on the other end, and a familiar deep voice replies, "Hello, President Xavier."

It’s Hayden Crawford.

Justin Xavier called Hayden Crawford.

He knows Serena Sterling quite well. Serena is intelligent and unsurpassed, solving issues with her brain rather than brute force. She got into a fight with Leah Thorne, which means there’s more to this.

"Mr. Crawford, I heard your Mrs. Crawford joined my Mrs. Xavier in a fight today?" Justin Xavier asks bluntly.

"Yes, they fought over you. President Xavier, are you feeling rather accomplished?" Hayden Crawford says with a hint of displeasure.

"Over me?"

"Indeed. Some gossiping women, probably your avid fans, can’t have you and can’t stand seeing you do well. So, they told your Mrs. Xavier that you were impotent, mocking you for not being a man. Your Mrs. Xavier couldn’t take it and rolled up her sleeves and went for it, but four fists beat two hands, and your Mrs. Xavier was pinned to the ground. My Mrs. Crawford couldn’t stand that and rushed in, and the two girlfriends perfectly counterattacked." Hayden Crawford leisurely recounts the battle to Justin Xavier.

Justin Xavier’s handsome face turns cold suddenly, his expression dark and stormy. No wonder her face and body are covered in injuries, it turns out she was scratched.

"I understand," Justin Xavier gestures to hang up.

"President Xavier," Hayden Crawford calls out to him.

"Anything else?" Justin Xavier asks.

"The foreign medical professor will arrive soon. Since your injury is rather unique, my Mrs. Crawford cannot personally operate, but she will be fully involved. You must actively cooperate with the treatment."

Justin Xavier’s injury is quite sensitive, so Serena Sterling certainly cannot personally step in; it would be awkward for all.

Justin Xavier replies indifferently, "We’ll see."

"What do you mean ’we’ll see’? President Xavier, do you like wearing the hat of impotence? I hope you can have a child or two and make our families in-laws, but now you’re directly not laying eggs."

"Beep beep," Justin Xavier directly hangs up the phone.

With no more noise from Hayden Crawford, Justin Xavier remains silent for a few seconds, then dials his private secretary’s number...

...

With Hayden Crawford stepping in, those women could only remain silent, clutching their injured faces, heading back home to their mothers.

The women were quite dissatisfied, "What Southern Serena Northern Leah? I think they’re just two shrews. Ugh, it hurts so much."

"Exactly, I’m so angry, I want to sue them and extort some money from them. Anyway, they have plenty of cash. One husband is Hayden Crawford, the other is Justin Xavier, both aren’t lacking money."

Talking about these two men made the women jealous, digging their nails into their palms. People say women should be independent, but marrying Hayden Crawford or Justin Xavier would take their lives to another level, in terms of competing on husbands, they can’t compete.

At this moment, a black van suddenly speeds over, the door opens, and a group of black-suited bodyguards steps out.

"Who... who are you?" Faced with these imposing bodyguards, the women were scared out of their wits and turned to flee.

But they couldn’t escape as these tall, muscular bodyguards had already surrounded them, "You’ve said things you shouldn’t have and offended people you shouldn’t have. Someone’s sent us to teach you a lesson."

What... does that mean?

Before the women could react, the bodyguards raised their hands and slapped them hard across their faces.

Slap slap slap.

The echo of heavy slaps resonated, the bodyguards’ hands were heavy, and soon enough, the women’s faces swelled up, blood trickling from their lips.

They collapsed on the ground, begging for mercy.

"This is a small lesson for you. Next time, don’t bump into the gun’s barrel. Oh, here’s your medical fee."

The bodyguards took out a wad of cash, threw it into the air carelessly, and then drove off.

Red bills fluttered magnificently in the air, landing on them, as these women trembled, watching the van’s arrogant yet unruly silhouette driving away. This was pure... gangster behavior.

They guessed it; surely... Justin Xavier!

These were all people sent by Justin Xavier.

After fighting Leah Thorne, it turns out Justin Xavier found out. Compared to Hayden Crawford’s dignified boss persona, Justin Xavier is an absolute rogue, capable of such deeds.

...

In the hospital room.

Justin Xavier stands with one hand in his pocket, having received a call from his private secretary. Those women have already been taught a lesson.

Then, two small hands reach from behind and embrace his firm waist, "President Xavier, who are you calling?"

It’s Leah Thorne.

Justin Xavier puts away his phone and replies calmly, "The company ran into some trouble, but it’s been resolved."

He doesn’t want Leah Thorne to know about this, about those dirty and dark sides. He wants her to face only the sunshine.

Leah Thorne, somewhat skeptical, says, "Really? President Xavier, I find you’re using the company as a cover when you lie lately..."

As she speaks, her small hands start mischievously wandering down his firm waist.

Justin Xavier grabs her small hands, turning around, "What do you want, huh?"

Leah Thorne raises her small hands to his chest and pushes him directly against the wall, gazing at him with alluring, moist eyes, "I want to confirm something~"