บททั้งหมดของ In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

They headed back to the bedroom to get dressed for Britney's much-needed shopping trip. After a quick shower, Brandon turned to Ethan with an unexpected request."Where’s the first aid kit?" Brandon asked, his voice calm but firm.Ethan raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback. Still, without much thought, he retrieved the kit from the bathroom cabinet and handed it over."Let me take care of this before it gets worse," Brandon said, gently guiding Ethan to sit on the edge of the bed.Ethan shook his head. "I already took care of it," he muttered, trying to downplay the situation.Brandon shot him a pointed look. "You did a half-hearted job. I’m not about to let this get infected on my watch," he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.As Brandon began to clean the bruised knuckles, Ethan watched in silence. Each careful movement was filled with an unspoken tenderness that made Ethan’s chest tighten. He could feel the depth of Brandon’s care in the way he handled his hand, the

As all good things must, their beautiful vacation was sadly drawing to an end. They had made sure to savor every moment. From a spirited volleyball game, where Britney somehow convinced Ethan and all the staff and security to join in, to a massive pizza-eating contest that saw the winner walk away with a two-thousand-dollar voucher—courtesy of Ethan, of course—every second was filled with laughter and joy. Their Sunday was spent in bliss, and yet, when Brandon reminded Ethan and Britney that it was time to go, Britney adamantly refused. She clung to the weekend like a child to her favorite toy, and Brandon practically had to drag her towards the car, much to her protests.This warmed Ethan's heart. He didn’t want to see them go either. Their presence had brought so much light and happiness into his world, a world that had been lonely and monotonous for far too long. The fun, the laughter, the sense of purpose they’d brought him—he hadn’t felt anything like it in ages. He couldn’t let

Arden Thane stood at the head of the room, commanding the attention of every single person present. Even at nearly eighty, his presence was magnetic. His full head of gray hair, though thinning at the temples, remained neatly combed, a testament to the sharpness he maintained.His posture was bent slightly with age, but his wrinkled face held a dignity that commanded respect. His deep-set eyes, though tired, flickered with a knowing wisdom. There was a quiet strength to him, like a lion in winter—still powerful, still formidable.Gerald couldn't suppress the smug smile that crept across his face. Arden had been his ally for years, a close confidant, and Gerald was confident that their shared history would sway the vote in his favor. After all, Arden had never hidden his disdain for Ethan's reckless behavior. In fact, Arden’s public criticism of Ethan had been sharp and relentless over the years, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind where his loyalty lay. Gerald adjusted his tie, straight

Detective Chen stood waiting in the hallway, flanked by her team. Her curt nod greeted them as she led the group into the conference hall. As she passed Ethan, she mumbled, “Congratulations.”Brandon followed closely behind Ethan, the familiar routine taking over as they reached the office. Without thinking, Brandon began helping Ethan out of his worn shirt and into something fresh. It was second nature by now, but he still couldn’t understand why Ethan refused to hire a new personal assistant. Becky’s workload had become unbearable without one.“You had a plan all along, didn’t you?” Brandon asked, his voice filled with curiosity and admiration. "That’s why you were so calm."Ethan smirked. "You told me to get my hands dirty. I was just taking your advice."Brandon narrowed his eyes playfully. “Don’t downplay it. You had this whole dramatic show lined up, didn’t you?” He stepped closer, his fingers deftly fastening the buttons on Ethan’s crisp, navy-blue shirt. “It was... hot. Got me

Britney’s heart raced as she sprinted across the open field, her shoes crunching against the gravel beneath her feet. She anxiously glanced at her wristwatch, calculating how much time she had left until the presentation. It was her birthday, and while she wanted to catch whatever spectacle had everyone’s attention, she couldn’t afford to be late.The event, centered around cancer awareness and depression, meant the world to her. Today, she had the opportunity to speak, to share her mother’s story with an audience. It was her chance to make Brandon proud, even if he wasn’t there to witness it.As she neared the crowd, her eyes locked onto something that made her heart skip a beat. There, sitting grandly on the school’s open field, was a helicopter she recognized instantly. The bold lettering along the side read Wings, a name she could never forget. The same brand marked the jet that had whisked her and Brandon away to Greece. Her jaw dropped in disbelief. But when the doors slid open,