Every woman was looking forward to marrying her beloved man. So was I. I married Patrick Cowell, the man who I had a crush on for twelve years, in the name of my sister. My sister Caroline and I were twins, but she grew up in a rich and noble family while I grew up in an orphanage. She begged me to marry Patrick as her substitute because she didn't want to marry him. I agreed sweetly. Patrick was the only heir of the richest family in this city. Handsome, rich, and powerful. However, I didn't expect that he treated me cruelly in bed as if I was his enemy. Because he knew I was not his bride? Oh no!!!

Substitute Bride,Substitute Love

I clicked open the email and took a general look at its content. There were a total of six contestants in the final. However, at present, as for who the six contestants were, it wasn't revealed.

According to the content of the email, in three days, all the contestants should gather at the airport. The relative person in charge of the company should be responsible for organizing us and setting off together.

It didn't even indicate where we were going.

But I couldn't care too much about it. Since I had decided to take part in the final, even if I had to somewhere dangerous, I had to go there.

As I was reading the email, Lisa came over and hugged me from behind, "I know you are sad. He who died can't come back to his life. The reason why he came here this time is that he was worried about you. So you have to take good care of yourself."

Chapter 149 There Were No Traces of Braking in the Incident Scene