บททั้งหมดของ In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

"This is Jacob Ford," came the reply, warm and filled with concern. "Massimo and I heard about the ugly incident. Are you okay?"Brandon leaned back into the leather seat, the unrest in his shoulders easing slightly. "Yes, Jacob. I'm fine. Thank you so much for reaching out. How are you guys?""Same old, same old. Massimo is being an old nagging and exhausting boyfriend. He's stressing me out. I need to go shopping to relish this stress."Brandon chuckled softly, appreciating the levity Jacob brought. "Go for it.""I know right. But, Brandon, who would want to hurt you so bad? Are you in the hospital? Has Ethan taken care of the situation?" Jacob’s voice, though light-hearted, carried genuine worry as he fired one question after another.Brandon stared out at the blur of the city, his reflection merging with the bustling streets outside. "I honestly can't think who I'm worthy of their time and resources to have gotten attacked in such a manner. No, I'm not in the hospital. I left beca

Henry Cole was sixty-five, showing the demeanor of someone who had seen it all and had no time for trivialities. His graying hair was meticulously combed back, his tailored suit was impeccable, and his wire-rimmed glasses perched sternly on the bridge of his nose, making him look both scary and unreadable. Years of experience lined his face, but there was also a sharpness in his eyes that suggested a man who brooked no nonsense.Brandon knocked gently on the door and was promptly ushered in. Henry was seated behind his desk, surrounded by neatly stacked files and several screens displaying complex data streams. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked up from his work.“What is it?” Henry’s voice was brusque, a man not used to having his time wasted.Brandon stepped forward, holding Henry’s gaze. “I’ve been going through the reports, and I noticed some errors. There are inconsistencies in the data that don’t quite add up.”Henry’s expression darkened instantly. “Errors?” he repeated. “

Brandon rolled his eyes, but a grin tugged at his lips. “And here I was thinking you were busy with meetings all day.”“I was,” Ethan admitted, reaching out to gently grasp Brandon’s wrist, pulling him even closer. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I needed to see you.”Brandon’s heart fluttered at the admission. Ethan could be so guarded, so composed, but moments like this reminded him that beneath the carefully crafted exterior, there was a man who cared deeply—who cared about him.Ethan’s touch made Brandon's knees turn to jelly, and he found himself leaning into the warmth of Ethan’s body. “I missed you too,” he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them.“You wouldn’t believe the kind of conversation I just had in the elevator,” Brandon muttered against Ethan’s neck, his hands gripping his back.Ethan pulled back slightly, a curious glint in his eyes. “Oh? Do tell.”Brandon sighed, hating that he was about to re-live the moment by telling him about it. “Fiv

Brandon stood by the window, sipping orange juice, his gaze drifting to the street below. The sight of men parading outside his home, some posted by the apartment door, others stationed in a van across the street, unnerved him. He wasn't used to this level of surveillance, this constant reminder that his life had changed. Britney, sitting beside him, scrolling through her phone after a long day, seemed unfazed. She had already adapted, looking as if she’d been accustomed to this level of attention for a long time.With a quiet sigh, Brandon let the curtain fall back into place and moved to sit next to her. "How was school? How did you manage with security trailing behind you all day?"Britney barely glanced up, her fingers still tapping at her phone. "Easy-peasy. Everyone stared. People talked. I didn’t care. Got through my day like it was any other."Brandon nodded, though a faint unease remained in his chest. "It’s strange for me. I hate being the center of attention."Britney final

Ethan stormed down the hallway, furious after the explosive virtual conference with his partner. Gerald had crossed a line—no, he’d obliterated it. The man was orchestrating a calculated takeover, threatening to have their accounts frozen and their activities investigated if they continued bypassing him. Gerald wasn’t just playing the game; he was rewriting the rules, confident in his impending victory. And slashing Ethan’s shares by weakening his stocks? It was all part of Gerald's insidious plan to strip him of power, piece by piece.Without knocking, Ethan barged into Gerald's office, his blood boiling. Gerald, who had just returned from his coup-planning trip, was in the middle of a discussion with someone—a man Ethan didn’t care to identify. This wasn’t about pleasantries or formalities; this was war."Mr. Asher," Gerald began, his tone dripping with condescension, "I believe you have to knock before entering someone's office. As you can see, I was in the middle of something impo