Semua Bab MR. BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET; I WANT YOU BACK: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Emily’s POVThe overall vibe of the hall darkened. Why not? A nuisance was standing right before us with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Whenever she’s around Collin, I feel this air of suspicion lingering around, driving me into a loop of curiosity. Sometimes, I doubt if she’s truly friends with him or just a flirt, wanting to snatch him from me out of jealousy. Collin swallowed the lump in his throat, and clenched his jaw. I noticed he wasn’t so surprised to see her but I was“What a coincidence! We both came shopping in the same mall. I didn’t even expect to see you here.” Cecile exclaimed, taking her hands off the handle of the cart with her gaze fixed on Collin. She smiled as she strolled in our direction while I peered at her, a curious expression on my face as I hinted at what she was up to.“I guess you’ve both having a nice time. Going shopping, giggling, and…” She stifled a gasp, her gaze settling on the glistening ring in my finger– The one Collin had just bought for me.“

Author's POV Logan's marital ship with Vivian was on the edge of sinking. There's been nothing except brawls, battles, disagreements, and grudges. Vivian had been at home since she arrived from work, and she was concerned that Logan had not returned. She screamed in frustration and flung her phone onto the sofa. "Where the hell are you, Logan?" She mumbled between gritted teeth, her fists clenched. She had requested the maids to cook his special meal in the hopes of putting an end to their feud, but with his recent tardiness, she is confident they will hold a long grudge. Sighing, Vivian got on her feet and paced the sitting room, stealing frequent glances at the wall clock whose hands had refused to move. “Logan!!!” With pinched brows, she growled, slipping her fingers into her thick blonde hair. As she paced around, she smacked her leg against the footstool. Growling in rage, she raised it and slammed it against the ground. A maid walked in, and her eyes widened a littl

Emily’s POVMy dad and I will be leaving for Colorado this Saturday morning. We have plans on attending the grand party of his best friend and notable acquaintance.Caroline, a distant acquaintance of mine, called just as we were leaving the house.I wouldn't say we're pals, but we met at a conference meeting in one of New York's top companies. We talked about business and then got to know one other. I was the sort to make friends with strangers but then keep them at arm's length even after exchanging contracts, but there was something about Caroline that compelled me to stay in touch with her. I learned about her businesses and how diligently she managed them all. She owns a large fashion firm, and what surprised me more was when she informed me about the recent investment she made in M$M’s company – Logan's company.It was an incredible coincidence that I met a fellow shareholder in Logan's company. Though she didn't spend much, unlike me, she told me she regretted ever doing so

Emily's POVIn that fleeting moment, my body was rendered immobile as if time itself had come to a stand still. I still couldn't believe that I'd see Lorenzo here of all places. The sound of someone clearing their throat grabbed my attention.. I shifted my gaze to Ethan and pulled a small but forced smile on my face. He had dark raven hair, deep blue eyes and a sharp jawline that had been carefully sculpted. He shared similar features with his father, Mr. Walton.Swiftly, he grabbed two wine glasses from a passing tray. He turned to face me and handed one to me.“Thank you,” I replied, grasping the pointed end of the wineglass with a smile on my face. Ethan took a sip of his drink and said to me, “You look lovely,”“Thanks,” I muttered, and even while I engaged in a conversation with him, I still had my eyes scanning every face in the hall in search of Lorenzo. I saw him at a certain spot earlier and now he isn't there anymore. It's all empty as though he vanished like smoke in the w

Logan's POVGetting on my feet, I paced around, stealing frequent glances at my wall clock. I would have left the house to see Martin if my mom hadn't informed me about her plans to see me. With each step I took, I felt my heart rampaged with several thoughts swirling in my mind. After a few minutes, the door creaked, and I turned towards it. My mom walked in, her heels clacking on the tiles with her handbag strapped on her shoulder. She was in an off-the-rack magenta dress with golden accessories on her neck. I walked up to her, welcoming her in with a grin on my face. “Morning, mom,” I greeted, my teeth showing through a warm smile. “Morning, Logan,” She replied, scanning the opulent room and taking in the intricate details and grandeur that surrounded it.A hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes as she took her gaze to me. “You've refurnished your flat!” “Yes, mom,” I replied, in a calm voice, still hinting at what she could possibly want to discuss about Emily. Her gaze