บททั้งหมดของ The son of a billionaire in disguise: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

The silence in Antonio’s office was a dense, suffocating thing. The clock ticked, the city hummed below, but inside, time seemed to freeze.Jason stood near the far wall, his hands in his pockets, posture deceptively casual. But there was a gleam in his eyes... a challenge."You lost the bet, Dad," he repeated, voice calm but firm. "Time to own up. Do what you said you were going to do."Antonio’s jaw clenched. His eyes, already dark, burned with fury as they snapped. "I’m not owning up to no damn bet," he growled. "You hear me? I’m not doing anything. I’ve been humiliated enough!"Jason laughed.It was a dangerous sound, edged with mockery and disbelief. "There it is," he said, shaking his head slowly. "That’s the real Antonio Rossi. Always making deals, always setting rules, but never playing by them."With a snarl, Antonio grabbed the silver letter opener on his desk and flung it at his son. It sliced through the air, grazing Jason’s jaw before clattering to the floor with a metalli

Maria stood in front of the open closet, frowning.A neat row of Rene’s sweats, soft shirts, and a few too-casual hoodies greeted her. The lower shelves held folded joggers and socks. Two duffel bags lay half-zipped at the bottom, and off to the far left, a few hangers carried the handful of clothes she’d worn over the last few chaotic days... a hoodie of his, her wrinkled hospital pajamas, an oversized t-shirt she may or may not have stolen from him, a soft cream sweater, and a few casaul clothes he had for her in the villa.But that was it.She swung the door wider, as if more options might magically appear.Nothing.Her fingers grazed the fabric on the hanger and her mouth dropped open in despair. “Kiaaa…”From behind her, Rene poked his head out of the bathroom, a toothbrush stuck halfway in his mouth. “Mmm?”She turned around dramatically, arms extended. “I have nothing to wear.”He leaned against the doorway, quirking a brow.“I’m serious,” she huffed, turning back toward the cl

Meeting his father's eyes, Rene Ford leaned against the edge of the table, arms folded, his gaze steady on Rome. "It had to be done."Rome finally turned his eyes away from his son, his voice low. "I know. Doesn’t mean I have to like it."“He wasn’t just going to sit back and let the system work. He was the system. And he would already have started putting his hands all over it.”Rome gave a slow nod, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease. “Rainer’s not the kind of enemy you leave breathing, Rene. He’s been buried too deep in the foundation of the department for too long. You cut him loose, he doesn’t fall-he slithers.”“I know,” Rene said softly. “But this was a race I had to run. He’s been erasing records tied to Jason and Antonio for years. If he stayed, Alejandro would’ve walked free... or worse, walked away clean. I couldn’t risk that.”Rome’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure there is no other way?”Rene pulled out his phone. “I’m sure.”He tapped the screen again, letting the

The surveillance feed dimmed as the SUV was hauled off, swallowed by the distance and shadow. The street outside the Ford estate returned to stillness.Rome straightened, his hands slipping into his pockets as the monitors blinked back to the main perimeter feed.“Matthew,” he said without turning, “handle the interrogation.”Matthew, just stepping back into the room, gave a quick nod. “Yes, sir.”“I want them questioned, but keep them blindfolded for now. I want them disoriented, not terrified. No physical coercion. Not yet. We investigate deeper first.”Matthew’s eyes flashed with understanding. “No torture. Got it. I’ll keep them isolated until we know who sent them.”“Good.” Rome finally turned. “We’re not barbarians. We’re precision.”And gave him a hard glance, the kind that didn’t need words, and Matthew inclined his head respectfully before disappearing down the hallway to execute the plan.Rene, meanwhile, had turned back to the monitors. One of the feeds showed the dining ro

The door to the underground chamber hissed open with a low hydraulic breath, cold. Matthew stepped inside, the glow from a single overhead bulb casting his sharp features in stark shadows. The room, deep beneath the estate, was bare save for two chairs bolted to the floor, a metal table along one wall, and the distinct scent of metal and restraint in the air.The two men sat perfectly still, wrists and ankles bound, heads slumped slightly forward. Their faces were covered in thick black blindfolds, heavy enough to block out all light. The longer they wore them, the more disoriented they’d become. That was the point.Matthew closed the door behind him and stood there for a beat, letting the silence close in. The fluorescent light above buzzed faintly, like a distant wasp.He finally moved, his boots clicking softly as he approached.“Wake up,” he said calmly, dropping a thick file onto the metal table with a harsh slam.The men stirred, slightly. Barely. Neither spoke.Matthew circled