บททั้งหมดของ After the Breakup, the Billionaire Lost Control!: บทที่ 251 - บทที่ 260

In the dimly lit room, Justin sat alone, his silhouette slumped, resembling an abandoned orphan. The computer screen emitted a faint glow, highlighting his desolate figure as he held the photo he had brought along. Amid the crowd in the image, Emily’s profile stood out—small yet unmistakable. It was so subtle that it could easily be overlooked, yet vivid enough to be etched into Justin’s mind with every detail of her face. The computer screen dimmed further due to inactivity, casting a softer light on Justin’s downturned face as he gazed at the photo. The surveillance room exuded an overwhelming loneliness. Meanwhile, in the private room at the Peninsula Restaurant, Haley had grown increasingly uneasy after seeing Justin at the amusement park. Unable to shake her concern, she reached out to Richard, who was in Merika State. She requested he hack into the surveillance system to delete all footage of her and her group. Coincidentally, Richard was testing a facial recognition

Helen scrolled through the endless messages from Zac, each one filled with questions and pleas:“Where are you staying now?“Why did you disappear without a word five years ago? Where have you been all this time?“Tell me where you are. I’ll come find you.“I went to your old place, and the landlord said you moved out.“Can’t you at least respond? I know I messed up, even though I don’t know how. Just tell me what I did wrong, and I’ll fix it! If nothing else, at least let me understand why!”Helen read through his messages, groaning as she flopped onto her bed. Frustrated, she pulled the blanket over her head, only to rip it off moments later, feeling suffocated. Her freshly washed hair ended up in a tangled mess as she ruffled it furiously. “Zac White, you’re so annoying!” she muttered to herself. “I should’ve just given you a fake number.” Unable to hold back her irritation, she grabbed her phone and typed a furious response. “Zac, you’re a total jerk. Messing around

At Mistletoe Villa, Haley, Helen and Alex were exhausted after a full day out yesterday. They decided to spend the day resting at home. After breakfast, Helen made a video call back home. Since she had blocked Zac, her phone was no longer bombarded with his messages, and the world felt much quieter. The video connected, showing Evelyn’s side of the world, where it was nighttime, and they had just finished dinner. Sitting on the couch together, they greeted everyone before Helen turned to Wilfred. “Wilfred, we left in such a rush, and the art exhibition is missing a few paintings. Could you bring them over when you come?” “Of course,” Wilfred replied, his rich, cello-like voice carrying a distinct accent that was undeniably pleasant to hear. Haley tilted her head closer to the screen and added gratefully, “Thank you, Wilfred. I’ll send you the photos in a bit.” Every completed painting of hers was photographed and cataloged on her phone to help the gallery organize and

She was the only one who wasn’t diligent.Turning on her heel, Helen headed back to her room. She changed into a dress, grabbed her bag, and without bothering to bring any bodyguard, drove herself to the spa.Meanwhile, Zac tossed his phone aside, his expression dejected. “I didn’t mean for it to come out like that,” he muttered to himself. Seeing Helen alive and knowing she was right here in Lincourt City should have been a relief, yet she still felt so out of reach. What should he do? He rubbed his temples in frustration. Matters of the heart were proving far more complicated than the medical world he excelled in. And then it hit him—Alex. That day, he had seen Alex and Helen together at the restaurant. Picking up his phone, he dialed Justin, hoping to get Alex’s contact information. “What do you need Alex’s number for?” Justin asked as he handed off a signed document to Sam. Sam silently took the documents, gave a slight nod, and left the office.Caught off g

The villa showed clear signs of regular cleaning. Wilfred and Haley exchanged a knowing smile. It was obvious they were both recalling the time, five years ago, when she had attended a private art exhibition.“Oh, come on, you two,” Helen interrupted as they reached the parking lot, putting her phone away and abandoning her concern over her complexion. “Stop reminiscing in the middle of the road. Let’s get in the car and catch up at home. It’s only been a few days since you’ve seen each other.”“I’ve already made a dinner reservation at the restaurant,” Helen added. “It’s a welcome meal to thank you for helping transport the artwork.”As the bodyguard stepped forward to open the car door, Wilfred finally set Alex down and helped him climb into the car. Behind them, other bodyguards were loading the paintings into separate vehicles.Helen walked over and gave them a quick reminder. “Be careful! Don’t damage the artwork.” Once everything was securely packed, she got into the car la