Substitute Wife? I Married His Worst Enemy

Upstairs in a private lounge, Isaac commanded the head of the table. Dressed in a sharp, perfectly fitted suit, he idly leafed through the contract before him.

Seated beside him, Walter Wright, the head of Radiant Entertainment, could barely hide his excitement. "Mr. Morgan, I can assure you that Radiant Entertainment offers the finest resources and contract terms in the industry. If Ms. Bennett signs with us, we'll turn her into a superstar."

Isaac's expression remained unreadable. Millie had graduated from drama school, and pursuing an acting career had always been her dream.

If that was what she wanted, he didn't mind letting her try her luck in the entertainment industry. Making it happen was effortless for him.

At that moment, a piercing scream cut through the lounge, rising from the bar downstairs.

Incidents like this were nothing unusual in a bar, and Isaac had no interest in interfering.

Then Walter suddenly blurted out, "Isn't that Ms. Bennett?"

Isaac frowned, convinced it couldn't be possible. Millie should have been at home.

Following the commotion with his eyes, he spotted a woman whose figure looked remarkably similar to Millie's.

She wore a red dress with flowing tassels, her long hair falling in loose curls. Right now, she was clearly giving the man in front of her a piece of her mind.

Dusting off her hands, she uttered coldly, "Leave me alone."

As she turned around, her breathtaking face came fully into view. Isaac's eyes widened in surprise.

It was unmistakably Madelynn.

Walter stared in disbelief. "I had no idea Ms. Bennett could fight like that."

Isaac said coldly, irritation evident in his voice, "That's not Millie."

Walter stiffened in embarrassment. He had only met Millie a handful of times, and the resemblance between the two women was uncanny.

But after taking a closer look, he realized they weren't quite the same. Something about them was different.

Madelynn possessed sharper, more captivating features, with a fierce edge that Millie simply didn't have.

The man's companions rushed over and helped him back to his feet.

"Do you even know who you just attacked?"

The men quickly surrounded Madelynn.

Walter sucked in a breath. "They belong to the Black Tigers. She actually picked a fight with them? She's in serious trouble."

Isaac's expression darkened. Without hesitation, he shoved his chair back and stood up.

Whether he acknowledged it or not, Madelynn was still his wife. Anyone laying hands on her was openly disrespecting him.

Just then, Paige's furious voice rang out behind them. "Stop! Who dares touch her? Have you all gone insane?"

The music stopped at once. A squad of bodyguards showed up, forcing the crowd apart and breaking the circle around Madelynn.

Paige strode through the crowd, immediately looking Madelynn over from head to toe. "Are you alright?"

The onlookers exchanged rapid whispers. "That's Paige Harris, isn't it?"

Isaac stood frozen, genuine surprise flickering across his face. Since when had Madelynn become connected to the Harris family?

The man had still been huffy moments earlier, but the instant he heard the name "Harris," every trace of his drunken arrogance disappeared.

The Harris family was one of the city's most prestigious old-money dynasties, powerful enough that few dared provoke them.

Paige herself was famous for being short-tempered and impossible to offend, and Velvet Lounge was her domain.

"Ms. Harris!" The man's knees nearly buckled beneath him, and his vicious expression instantly transformed into a desperate, flattering smile. "It was all a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding! I had no idea she was your friend!"

Paige's eyes were as cold as ice. "You were being rude to my friend in my bar, and you think a few words will settle this?"

She then turned to Madelynn, silently leaving the decision in her hands.

The man who had been so arrogant moments ago was now drenched in cold sweat, bowing over and over before Madelynn. "Ma'am, I'm truly sorry! I didn't know who you were. Please show me mercy!"

Had he known she had such powerful backing, he would never have dared approach her.

Madelynn looked at him with utter indifference. Letting him off would only invite more victims.

Her voice was calm and utterly merciless. "Deal with them."

At her command, the bodyguards dragged the group away. The man didn't even dare cry out, his face drained of all color as despair consumed him. His carefree life was clearly over.

Once everything was resolved, the music at Velvet Lounge gradually resumed.

The crowd slowly scattered, though countless curious and astonished glances continued to follow Madelynn.

After all, anyone personally protected by Paige was obviously far from ordinary.

Yet every moment of the scene had been observed from the SVIP suite on the top floor.

The man sat with one leg crossed over the other, his hands resting casually on his knee, exuding effortless authority.

Gently swirling the amber liquor in his glass, he let out a soft chuckle. "Mrs. Morgan... she's far more interesting than I expected."