บททั้งหมดของ Carrying The Billionaire's Child : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

**BEFORE MANNY'S DEATH The three of them sat at the round table, an awkward tension was built like a wall around them. They made sure to fix their eyes on anything other than themselves. “This place has such a lovely view." Kari commented, looking out the large window. “Mother please!" Manny cautioned and turned her attention back to her phone. “What? None of you refused to speak.” She bit back and just then, the waiter came to take their order. “Your strongest scotch please." Andrew replied gruffly and the women looked at him crazily. Who takes scotch this early? He ignored their gaze and looked to the other side. If he was going to have a conversation with them, might as well drink his nervousness away. After a long and awkward silence, Andrew decided to speak up. “You called for him?" His words came out more as a question instead of a statement. “Yes." Manny paused, rethinking the decision she was about to make, praying it was the right thing. “I have something t

“What do you mean he got beaten up?" Andrew exclaimed and looked at Josie like she had said something impossible. "You heard me, he was beaten. And it's all your fault!” She yelled and walked away to the kitchen to get him a cup of coffee. Andrew made himself comfortable on the sofa and looked around the familiar house. The feeling he always got when he came into the house still lingered, it was something that would never go away. Josie reappeared with two cups of coffee and handed one to Andrew. "He came back all bruised and swollen. It was bad." She explained and took a sip from her cup before she continued. “They mentioned something about some hidden cash—" Andrew choked on his drink as she said that statement and Josie looked at him suspiciously. “What? What is it? Do you know something about hidden cash?" Josie threw questions at him as he tried to avoid her gaze. "They were supposed to come after you weren't they? Why is Tristan caught in the middle of it?” She

“Are you seriously considering it?” Sebastian asked, his arms folded as he leaned on the door. His brows furrowed, clearly annoyed at something. “Yes, I am.” Amelia responded without giving him as much as a glance as she filled her bag with clothes. “If I don't go now, I might never have the chance again.” She took another handful of dresses and threw them into another bag. It was better to have more, she'd have no time for shopping when she got there. “But do you have to pack so much? Aren't you coming back?” “A lady can never be too prepared.” She remarked and packed her shoes this time while Sebastian sighed dramatically. Why was she doing this? He observed her as she ran from one end to the other of her room, stuffing her bag with everything she felt was necessary for her travel. “By the way—” Sebastian started, walking into the room slowly. “—what will you do if you run into him?” Amelia paused for a while, she stayed still as her brain tried to generate some kin

“Another murder?” Andrew's voice echoed in the living room as he threw the pictures on the floor. He was enraged. This wasn't the first this month, nor was it the second. “Who the fuck is this." He roared, his voice was filled with rage and fury and everyone flinched at the sound of it. Tristan picked up the pictures with a blank expression. This was the first time he was unable to solve a case, he couldn't figure out who this person was or what their motives were. How is it that someone was able to disappear before they were caught? “You need to calm down.” "Calm down?” Andrew turned to Tristan angrily, his hands twitched as he slowly walked towards him. "You've refused to do your job and you're telling me to calm down? Someone is killing off my men without mercy and I don't fucking know who it is.” “What's taking you so long?" He growled as he peered at Andrew. Everyone's heads were either bowed or their eyes focused on anything but them. They dared not interr

Amelia smacked her red lips as she looked into the mirror and fixed her makeup. She was finally getting to meet him, after a month and some days. She wondered what changed his mind. She looked at herself once again in the mirror. “Perfect." She remarked, blowing a kiss at her reflection. Grabbing her purse, she left the house. Her driving was chaotic. Amelia held the steering wheel tightly that her knuckles had started to turn white. Her wide eyes flickered between the road and the rearview mirror and her heart pounded as if it might burst through her chest. She had never been good at driving. Sebastian was the one who'd always drive her. Oh, how she wished he was here with her. “Why is it so hard to keep this car straight.” She yelled, her teeth clenched Amelia approached a stop sign, braking too late and jerking to a halt halfway through the intersection. She glanced around, hoping no one had witnessed what she had just done. "Focus, Amy, focus," she muttered t