Semua Bab After the Breakup, the Billionaire Lost Control!: Bab 321 - Bab 330

“Hello, Grandpa White and Grandma White!” Alex greeted sweetly. “Oh my, what a handsome little boy!” Mrs. White exclaimed, her face lighting up with joy. The smile on her well-maintained face even brought out a few faint wrinkles. “Your name is Alex, right? Come here and let Grandma hold you!” Overwhelmed with excitement, she completely ignored the “White” part of her title. Looking at Alex’s adorable face, which bore a striking resemblance to Zac when he was little, she couldn’t help but feel thrilled. Was she officially a grandma now? “That rascal!” she thought. If he hadn’t kept this child and his mother a secret, she could have been enjoying life as a grandmother a long time ago!“Wait, your health isn’t great! You shouldn’t be holding a child. Let me do it!” Mr. White interrupted, quickly scooping Alex from his wife’s arms. Mrs. White glared at him out of the corner of her eye. “You’re the one with health problems! Always trying to take my grandson from me!” she

Back in the reserved private dining room, Mrs. White began her barrage of questions. “Where is she from? Helen, that’s her name, right? I don’t recall any prominent families in Lincourt City with a daughter by that name.”She continued, “And what’s going on between you two? Don’t tell me you secretly got married!” Mr. White chimed in, his voice booming with authority. “You kept such a major life event from us, your own parents? And you even had a child? How much has she had to endure because of you?“Arrange a meeting with her family soon, get the marriage license, and start planning the wedding. Do you hear me?” The thought of retirement lit up Mr. White’s face. Once Zac settled down, he could retire, spend his days at the park, and enjoy being a grandpa. No more early mornings or keeping up with the stress of managing a company. Zac, now scolded into stunned silence, finally managed to speak. “Wait, wait, wait! Alex isn’t our child! He’s her nephew—her sister’s son! Helen

Wilfred’s convoy quickly split into six cars, dispersing in different directions. Justin, in his usual three-car setup for daily commutes, was left to decide which vehicle to follow. “Mr. Yates, they’ve noticed us. Which one should we tail?” William asked, his usual calm, poker-faced demeanor unwavering. “Follow the one in front,” Justin instructed, pointing to a car. The other two vehicles in his convoy each picked a target and followed suit. After several turns, it became clear they had not chosen the car carrying Haley. Earlier, Justin had tried texting Haley to ask if she liked the flowers he sent, but after waiting for what felt like forever, he realized his number had been blocked again. As frustration and heartache welled up, he happened to spot Wilfred’s convoy on his way to a work dinner. “Haley must be with him. Where are they going together?” he wondered. “Mr. Yates, should we still head to the mayor’s dinner?” William asked. The mayor’s team had just called

Emma had been busy flattering the mayor of Lincourt City at the dinner table when she casually picked up Justin’s private phone. She hadn’t even glanced at the screen before answering. Now, her face was ghostly pale, as if she had just seen a ghost. Justin emerged from the restroom just then. The mayor turned his head to look at him and drunkenly patted the seat next to him. “Justin, come back and sit. Let me tell you, for this international project, the higher-ups are very keen on your company, RC Corporation.” Slouching in his seat, his face flushed red from the alcohol, the mayor pointed upward with his index finger. “As long as nothing unexpected happens, the project is yours. Your company’s performance will determine the entire economic index for Lincourt City!” “You’re too kind. RC Corporation will always rely on your guidance,” Justin replied smoothly, his face as composed and fair as when he first arrived. Not a trace of the alcohol he had consumed showed.

In the shared room, Chase and Alex were lying side by side under the covers, wearing matching pajamas in different colors. Chase didn’t really care what he wore, but Alex insisted on matching with his brother. Left with no choice, Chase agreed to wear pajamas with Ultraman prints. Thankfully, it was just pajamas. There was no way he would have worn something like that outside.Alex, unable to fall asleep, turned toward Chase and began sharing a little secret. “Chase, I think the car following us tonight was Uncle Justin’s. He probably recognized that I was in the car, which is why he followed us,” he said, smug and self-assured. Chase stared at him. “Really?” Though he hadn’t met this “Uncle Justin” Alex kept talking about, Chase’s gut told him that tonight’s incident had nothing to do with his little brother. “How do you know it was his car?” Chase asked. “Because of the license plate!” Alex said confidently. “I’ve ridden in that car with him before.“Every time Un