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CHAPTER {80} Can You Just Talk To Adam? Personally?
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{MR LEONARDO BAILEYS}"Mmm… that's strange Adam. You sure?" I ask, because I heard Hermione tell me on the phone five days ago that her marriage didn't go through."She really is, man. She got married to... a friend named Hunter," he says, shaking his head and pushing his glass of bourbon to his lips.He winces as the bourbon scorches his throat. I see his pain. My man's been chasing that girl Hermione for months, and suddenly he thinks she's married. But Hermione said it didn't work out, which means he doesn't even know yet.I give him a faint nod and take a long, burning sip from my own glass. I know he wishes we could talk about it, but I won't break the news to him. Somehow he's gotta find out by himself, because I'm not even sure why Hermione hasn't told him yet.As soon as Mr. Shing drops the microphone, his spokesman takes it up and starts cheering the crowd. I turn to Adam to discuss the actual investors meeting tomorrow morning. That's when I see the girl, Diana, shoot
The Billionaire's Breaking Point CHAPTER {121} Staring At Your Ex-Wife?
{ADAM}“Voilà, vos boissons… et quelques fruits frais,” the French waitress says, placing tall glasses and a small wooden board of exotic-looking berries on our table. I pick up the glass, and Diana does the same. She tips it to her mouth and her eyes light up.“This is so good!” she says, still buzzing with that excited energy she’s had since we landed. “And the ride in your jet was insane. I’ve never seen a plane with a bed in it.”I give her a snarl and look across at Leonardo. He looks at Diana like she just crawled out of the grave.He shakes his head, killing the hundred questions he wants to fire at me.“So, Shing’s numbers don’t lie,” Leo says, forcing his gaze back to me and tapping the notepad.“This NETSTREAM game could triple our stake in eighteen months. Maybe less.”“Thats if the first-stage launch hits like you said it will,” I reply him, nodding toward the empty stage. “It’ll hit. Hermione's track record is solid and I trust her.” He takes a drink, his eyes flicki
The Billionaire's Breaking Point CHAPTER {120} Who The F*ck Is That?!
{HERMIONE} FOUR DAYS LATERWe’ve been on board for four hours already and I’m pretty sure one more hour will have me using this vomit bag. My stomach is doing some weird uneasy rolls and I have to press my hand against it to keep it calm.I sit back in my seat and my fingers are already hurting. I’ve been tapping on this keyboard for the last four days straight, getting the slides ready for my speech. I’m so fucking envious of Zara sitting next to me. She’s just relaxing into her seat, sipping a smoothie and watching some Korean drama on her phone. She isn’t even bothering to turn the sound down.The time on my screen says 11:03 am.It’s already three hours before I’m on stage in front of the investors and the owner of this whole project, Mr. Shing. He’s a big name in China, known for spaceship tech. This deal will skyrocket my company into the billions.But God, I’m fucking stressed.Samuel walks over and leans into my aisle. “Ma, please. Let me take the laptop. You need a few min
The Billionaire's Breaking Point CHAPTER {121} Gimme A Kiss Adam!
{ADAM}The club connects with a solid thwack that feels good in my hands. The little white ball flies up into the blinding, blue sky of Dubai.“WOOOOO! YES, ADAM! THAT’S MY MAN!”The screaming cheer from behind me is so loud, it's shaking my eardrums. I turn my head and see Diana jumping near the golf cart, her hands covering her mouth like she just watched me win the Super Bowl.Dave is leaning against the cart, sipping a beer, looking like he’s trying not to laugh. “For God’s sake, Diana, it’s just a drive,” he calls out to her.“But he hit it so far!” she squeals back, her eyes wide and fixed on me.I can’t help the smirk that curves on my lips. Watching her is ridiculous, but kinda funny.We all watch the ball as it sails far, but my hook is a little off today. Instead of landing on the fairway, it disappears into a line of palm trees and scrubby bushes.“Damn!” I mutter.“No, no, no! It’s okay!” Diana scrambles, pulling at the sleeve of my golf partner, a quiet guy named Mart
The Billionaire's Breaking Point CHAPTER {120} I'm Not Ready To See Him
My period came out last night. Just a single, stupid drop after a whole week of waiting for it. And since that one drop last night, there’s been nothing.My stomach caves in with panic. I take the clean pad out and flush it down the toilet, washing my hands in the tap.I quickly shut the bathroom door and rush back outside.I sit back down and my masseur starts again on my feet.“What the heck did you go to do?” Zara asks, her eyes closed in bliss.“My period is acting weird,” I tell her, keeping my voice low. “First, it was a week late. Then it finally came out last night, but it was just one drop. And since last night… till now, nothing.”“Stress!” Zara screams, like she’s diagnosing a disease. “Mine skips whenever I’m stressed.” She suddenly starts counting on her fingers. “The court case, getting kidnapped by... my future husband—” I roll my eyes so hard, this girl's fucking insane.“And oh, a fucking wedding! Bitch, we’ve been on a rollercoaster of events and it’s all thanks
The Billionaire's Breaking Point CHAPTER {119} How Much Does He Hate Me?
The plane doors open and a rush of thick air hits me right on the face.It doesn't feel heavy, though. It feels… ALIVE!I breathe it in and let it fill my lungs before letting it out.“Oh my God, breathe that in!” Zara yells from behind me, taking a huge, dramatic gulp of air as well. “That’s the smell of no fucking problems!”I can’t even help but laugh. She’s right. It smells like flowers and freedom. It’s not like the city air back home.We walk down the white steps of the plane onto the tarmac, and the sun is so bright it makes me squint my eyes. I can already feel my shoulders relaxing. I didn't even know they were that tensed.A shiny yellow car is already waiting for us, and a driver in a simple white shirt and black cap holds the door open for us."Thank youuuu," I squeal at him while we hop in.The air inside is a bit cold from the air conditioning, and the seats are soft cream-colored leather.As the car drives away from the airport, I roll my window down just a little bit
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