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191. Hidden Identity

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-08 15:26:54

“You need to get those documents ready before we tear down the buildings over there,” the man said as he took a deep drag from his cigarette. He clicked his tongue. “If you’re even a day late, don’t expect me to offer the kind of high price you want,” he added.

With the hand decorated by a large luxury watch, he lazily waved Michella away, signaling for her to leave his office. “Go. I’m not in the mood to deal with people right now.”

“Promise me you’ll give me a high offer if I manage to get al
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  • Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire   192. Finally Told

    “Our current suspicion is that your own father-in-law ordered someone to poison your drink.”The officer’s statement made Zayne’s entire body freeze. His large hand gripped the blanket tightly. His chest tightened as something slowly crawled up his throat.“Vincent? How is that possible… I mean… is there any evidence pointing to him?” Zayne asked, his voice strained. Even though he had suspected the man before, he never expected his suspicions to be true.“We don’t have concrete evidence yet. So far, we only received this report from someone,” the officer replied, making Zayne furrow his brows.“Someone? Who?”The officer scratched the back of his neck, clearly reluctant to answer. Zayne forced himself to sit straighter despite the weakness in his body, doing his best to fight off the dizziness pounding in his head.“Tell me who it was.”For a moment, the officer seemed torn about whether he should answer or not.

  • Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire   191. Hidden Identity

    “You need to get those documents ready before we tear down the buildings over there,” the man said as he took a deep drag from his cigarette. He clicked his tongue. “If you’re even a day late, don’t expect me to offer the kind of high price you want,” he added.With the hand decorated by a large luxury watch, he lazily waved Michella away, signaling for her to leave his office. “Go. I’m not in the mood to deal with people right now.”“Promise me you’ll give me a high offer if I manage to get all the documents,” Michella said.The man let out a long breath along with the smoke escaping his mouth. “You talk too much. Get out.”“No. Say it first. Say you’ll keep your word,” Michella insisted. “Say it, Rony.”“Bro! Drag this crazy woman out of the room already… my ears hurt from talking to her,” Rony shouted, ignoring Michella, who was pouting in annoyance.“I’m not leaving.”Rony raised an eyebrow. “Oh, feel free to stay. My men will drag you out eventually,” he said casually before gett

  • Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire   190. Everything Changed

    Elmy’s hands trembled. Her heart pounded so fast it hurt. Her mind went blank, yet at the same time it was flooded with endless terrible possibilities.Dean touched her shoulder. “Miss, are you alright?”The phone slipped from Elmy’s hand and hit the floor. Isabella’s voice could still be heard from the call, calling out to her, but Elmy completely ignored it. Her thoughts were in chaos after the truth she had just discovered.So whose birth date was that?Which daughter was Isabella talking about in that photo?The questions haunted her, spinning endlessly in her head until she felt dizzy. Elmy grabbed onto Dean’s arm for support.“Elmy! Listen to me first,” Isabella said over the phone. “I can explain everything. Bring it all home,” she ordered.But Elmy stayed silent. Instead of gathering the files herself, she let Dean help her to a chair.With quick movements, Dean collected all the documents from the safe

  • Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire   189. A Secret Between Them

    “Can you come to the hospital for a bit? There’s something I need to talk to you about,” Zayne said over the phone. His voice was barely above a whisper. He ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair. Ever since Elmy left, the pain in his stomach had returned, cold sweat forming on his forehead.His hand pressed against his throbbing abdomen.“Are you alright, Mr. Zayne? You sound like you’re in pain,” Mr. Tiano said.“I’m fine,” Zayne replied softly. “Just come as soon as you can,” he added in a low voice. His breathing grew uneven. His stomach felt like it was being twisted from the inside—rough, brutal, without pause.He had already pressed the call button. The nurse who had scolded him earlier came in with a doctor, barging in so suddenly that Zayne quickly ended the call.“I’ll hang up now.” His body, which had been sitting upright, dropped back onto the bed. His vision blurred. Slowly, he turned his head toward the doctor who began examining him.“What’s wrong with me, doc?”“The ef

  • Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire   188. Secrets Behind the Safe

    “What are you doing? Why would you give Vincent funding for his company?” Isabella snapped. Apparently, even his mother didn’t agree with Zayne’s decision. It might benefit the company—but definitely not Vincent.“Zayne, you’re being too naive!” Isabella’s voice rose. “Vincent isn’t someone you can save. He’ll drag you down with him.” She reached out, gently stroking the back of Zayne’s hand. “You don’t know what he’s really like,” she added.Elmy lowered her gaze, staring at the cold hospital tiles beneath her feet, but her mind was anything but quiet. Something about those words felt off—and she knew it. Still, she didn’t interrupt. She just kept listening.“If you don’t mind, you should cancel that partnership before you regret it,” Isabella advised.Zayne let out a long sigh. “Isabella, I understand how you feel. But… Vincent is still my father-in-law. It’s only right that I help him right now, regardless of what happened before.”“I’

  • Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire   187. Loyalty Has a Price

    “Mr. Zayne, your condition isn’t stable yet, so please don’t move around too much.”The nurse scolded him, pointing at the IV line that had started bleeding again. She let out an annoyed sigh as she checked his condition once more.“If you keep this up, I’m sure the doctor won’t allow you to go home anytime soon,” she added.Elmy, who was standing not far from the bed, held back a smile at the sight of Zayne’s sour expression as he got lectured by the young nurse. He scoffed but still nodded in agreement.“Well then, I’ll excuse myself,” the nurse said before leaving.“You hear that? You’re acting like you’re already fine, when you’re clearly not,” Elmy sneered, pulling the blanket up to Zayne’s chest. The phone on the bedside table rang, the screen showing a call from Gion.Elmy picked it up and answered. To let Zayne stay lying down, she turned on the speaker and let them talk.“You okay?”“It’s been two days, and you’re only calling me now?” Zayne asked bluntly. “Looks like you’ve

  • Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire   71. One Step Back

    “I need a new driver and housekeeper. Can you find someone competent?”Gion, sitting beside Zayne, took a long swallow of his bourbon and shot him a sour look. “Weren’t you the one who hated hiring too many people for your house? What changed?” he asked, confused, swirling his glass so the ice clin

  • Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire   70. If You’re Afraid I’ll Leave

    Even though Sunny wasn’t with them, that didn’t mean the tension between them had disappeared. If anything, after the argument in the guest room earlier, the wall between them had only grown higher. Elmy knew she had made Zayne angry today with her cold attitude.Was she not allowed to fight back w

  • Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire   69. When Hope Runs Out

    “Instead of putting on this cheap drama, you should just be honest with your wife…” “…if you still want her.”Zayne let out a tired sigh and drained the rest of his wine. Ford’s words kept echoing in his head. Honest? He couldn’t even admit his own feelings without feeling like a coward. For a who

  • Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire   68. Secrets in Motion

    The weather outside couldn’t have been more different from what Ford was feeling. Heat. Intense, addictive heat.But when he noticed Sunny wasn’t closing her eyes—like her mind was somewhere else—he cupped her face gently.“Focus, Sunny.”Maybe she was worried he’d get fired from the hospital. Or m

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