บททั้งหมดของ Reborn Of The Billionaire's Princess : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Rose stared at her reflection in the mirror, dressed in a peach coloured pantsuit, a confident smile on her face. Her hand brushed over the fabric of her pants. “Today’s the Day”, she mumbled to herself.She grabbed her Chanel bag and stepped out of her room, pulling out her phone to call her secretary, when she accidentally bumped into a maid. A crashing sound followed after. She snapped her head up to glare at the maid, then down at the shattered teacups on the floor. It was a good thing, there had been no tea in them, otherwise, her perfect outfit would have been ruined.“Don’t you have eyes?” Rose scolded with a yell. “You could have ruined my clothes!”.The maid hung her head low, staring down at the mess. “I’m sorry, Miss. I’ll be more careful", she apologized quietly.“What’s going on here?” Tiffany's voice interrupted them, stepping into view. She glanced between Rose and the maid, then down to her china tea cups, now in a million pieces.She let out a sigh, rubbing her fore

The smell of disinfectant wafted into Kate's nose. Nurses and doctors rushed by and memories came flooding back to her. Her strapped down on a hospital bed, connected to countless machines, making that annoying beep sound.But this time it was Catherine who was connected to those machines, not her.Kate looked up at the ICU signboard blinking red. “This was all her fault”, she thought, hugging herself. Why couldn’t she have asked someone else to drive the car? Why did it have to be Catherine?She felt an arm wrap around her from behind, and slowly turned to meet Charles’s soft sympathetic gaze.“She’ll be fine”, he assured her, pulling her into his arms.Kate nodded, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his chest, holding back tears.She glanced to her side to see Alexander leaning against the wall, his head bowed. He had immediately rushed over the moment he heard what happened to Catherine and hadn’t spoken a word since he arrived.This was all her fault.The red l

THE NEXT DAY“Any news about what happened to the car at the unveiling yesterday?” Charles asked, eyes on the road ahead as he sat in the backseat.Jack glanced at him through the rearview mirror, before returning his focus on the road again. They were on their way to see Kate at the hospital.“No official announcement yet. Some speculate the car wasn't ready, she did rush the production or maybe just the typical brake failure”.Charles nodded slightly, looking out the window. “Those were the obvious reasons”.“But it's neither”, Jack added, interrupting his thoughts.Charles turned his head to him, brows raised. “Why do you say that?”Jack glanced at Charles briefly through the rearview mirror as he spoke. “ I saw the report after they scanned the car”.Charles creased his forehead about to ask how but held back. Jack would always find a way to get to the bottom. “And?”“Infected”.His forehead creased further. “A virus?”Jack nodded. “The car's computer was hacked”.Charles narrowe

The night sky glittered with stars, and the moon hung high, casting its dim light. It was the hour when most people slept after a day’s long work, but not at the Andino’s Mansion. The driveway was lined with all kinds of luxury cars, from Porsches to BMWs and more, each worth millions. Inside, the mansion buzzed with even more life. The interior was elegantly decorated with gold and white ribbons, balloons floated in every corner, and a bold “Happy Birthday” banner. Soft jazz music played in the background while guests mingled, dressed in designer clothes, each one subtly flaunting their wealth and status.Rose stood on the balcony, overlooking the crowd below. Her lips thinned as she took in the scene.She recognized many of the guests - Business tycoons, A-list actors and actress, politicians - everyone present screamed of wealth and power“And he said he didn't want a big party”, she muttered. And yet he invited half the influential people in the city. Only the media was missing i

Kate walked down the hallway, her steps quiet. She had excused herself for some air. Charles had reluctantly let her go, but he was soon swamped by CEOs eager to speak with him.She stared at the paintings on the wall, some her mother had painted, others her father had purchased. Memories of her younger self running through the hallway flooded in her head. She blinked back tears.Then she stopped at a familiar door. A mix of hesitation and emotion crossed her face as she reached for the knob, then paused, her hand falling back to her side.Turning to walk away but something pulled her back. She turned abruptly and pushed the door open, stepping in, her heart tightened.Everything looked the same, except cleaner and the paint on the wall was fresh, but still the same colour. They hadn’t discarded her stuff. Her parents hadn’t forgotten her.She walked deeper in, brushing a hand over the soft duvet, then walked past the bed to the study table. The sticky notes and coloured pens were sti