Semua Bab Billionaire Son-In-law: Bab 531 - Bab 540

The tension in the air didn’t go away after the security guards left on the woman's orders. Instead, it shifted, the focus was now squarely on the woman and her unexpected intervention. Jeremy’s face flushed with anger as he realized his control over the situation was slipping. This woman had overruled him in front of everyone, and he could feel the eyes of the guests on him, watching, judging, and expecting to do something to show his authority. After all, he was a member of the Hale family, and it would be humiliating if he couldn’t teach someone who had dared to lay hands on him a lesson, all because of an unexpected intervention.But it wasn’t so simple. The woman who had just arrived was his old sister, and Jeremy knew better than to openly challenge her, especially here, in front of so many influential people. She held more authority than him, and the fact that she could so easily override his decisions made him hesitate. Even though his pride was wounded and his anger boiled j

With the photographer having escaped, Liam returned to the event. However he was frustrated that he let the photographer escape before getting the answers he needed. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had let something crucial slip through his fingers. Who was behind the attempt to tarnish his reputation with those photos? The question ate at him as he navigated through the lively atmosphere of the yacht, his mind occupied by the evening’s unsettling events. Liam decided to locate Karen. It was growing late, and fatigue was starting to wear down on him, making him think of heading home to rest.After a few minutes of searching, Liam finally spotted Karen near the yacht’s railing,she was engaged in a conversation with her mother, Mrs. Wolfe. The older woman stood with her usual self assured elegance, her face was set in an expression that was calm yet distant. She had always carried an air of superiority, and tonight was no different.Since the day Mrs. Wolfe, Robert, and Mr. Wol

Meanwhile at that same time, Mrs. Wolfe made her way through the bustling crowd, her demeanor as self assured and elegant as ever. The yacht's grand hall was abuzz with the energy of mingling guests, but her sharp gaze was fixed on Jeremy, who was standing somewhat apart from the crowd. His usual perfect condition appearance was ruined by noticeable stains, red wine was smeared across his white jacket and a spot of mething darker near his sleeve. The difference between his immaculate outfit and the sudden mess was evident. And she could tell that he must have spilled a drink on himself. However as she got closer, she realized that the stains didn't look normal, as it was not only his jacket that was covered in cocktail stains, infact there were different color stains on his outfit. his shirt and trousers were speckled with a range of hues from the cocktails he had fallen into: bright pinks, deep blues, and even a splash of green.As she approached, Mrs. Wolfe’s curiosity got the bet

As Mrs Wolfe walked away and disappeared from his sight, Liam let out a sigh, remembering what he was doing before she arrived and disturbed him. Also a lingering question was in Liam's mind: what was she even doing on this secluded part of the yacht all alone? It was kind of suspicious, however he didn't want to think too much about it, as he refocused on the reason he was here. He recalled that he was listening in into the photographer’s conversation with the person inside the room, trying to overhear what they were talking about.Liam suspected that the person inside the room talking with the photographer might be the one who had hired him to secretly take photos of him from incriminating angles. Though the motive was still unclear to Liam, if he had to guess, they planned to use those photos for nothing good.The thought bothered Liam, bringing up a sense of restlessness he couldn’t shake. What troubled him most was the potential fallout if those photos ended up in the wrong han

The photographer finally came to a stop as he reached the yacht's edge. He looked at the open ocean stretched out before him, he had nowhere to run to, because Liam was blocking his only way out. The man turned back, his face filled with fear as he realized he was cornered. Liam slowed his pace, his eyes cold and calculating as he approached the trapped man. The photographer’s breath came in short, fearful bursts as he pressed himself against the rail, knowing he had nowhere else to run.“Who hired you?” Liam demanded, his voice low and menacing as he stepped closer towards the photographer. This time he finally got him cornered with nowhere to run and Liam was very sure he would get the truth out of him. Finally he would know about who wanted those photos of him and what their intentions were.The photographer didn’t respond to Liam's question immediately as his eyes darted around for any possible escape. Seeing as the photographer wasn't responding, Liam was getting annoyed, plus