All Chapters of After the Breakup, the Billionaire Lost Control!: Chapter 621 - Chapter 630

Justin had his suspicions, but without solid proof, he couldn’t make any direct accusations. “The resort…” The project team leader was initially relieved, but then it hit him—wasn’t this just a polite way of saying they were being confined and monitored? Justin shot him a cold glance. “Unless… you’re the one who leaked the proposal?” The leader’s face turned pale. He shook his head frantically, eager to prove his loyalty. “I swear, Mr. Yates, it wasn’t me! You have my word. I’ll keep an eye on everyone at the resort and make sure no one leaves. You’ll have my full cooperation in your investigation.” “Remember, act like nothing happened today. Keep your mouth shut. No leaks.” “Understood, Mr. Yates. You can count on me.” Justin still trusted him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought him to the competition today. Regardless of whether the proposal had been leaked or not, the real plan he presented had been the one he and Sam had worked on from the start. As for the pr

Alex kept glancing toward the door, his excitement barely contained. Chase, sitting beside him, immediately noticed. Just as he was about to ask if Alex wanted to go play, the doorbell rang—interrupting the adults' conversation. Justin? What was he doing here? Everyone's expressions shifted, each reacting differently to the unexpected visitor. No one had expected him to show up—except for Alex, whose eyes lit up with excitement. He wanted to run straight to the door but managed to hold himself back. Tonight was a formal occasion, and he couldn’t let everyone know he had spilled the secret to Uncle Justin. “Aunt Evelyn,” Justin greeted smoothly, carrying a few neatly wrapped gift boxes in his hands. He paused briefly before turning to the other guests, as if just now noticing them. “Uncle White, Aunt White, you’re here too?” “Justin, what brings you here?” Mrs. White asked. The White and Yates families had known each other for years, especially since Mrs.

Chase’s sharp gaze locked onto Justin, taking in his tall frame and eerily similar features. His stance—protecting his mother—resembled a young wolf cub, ready to strike at any moment. So what if he was only five? So what if he couldn’t win in a fight? If Justin dared to hurt his mother again, he would bite him as hard as he could. Justin noticed the hostility in Chase’s expression. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he crouched down, meeting the boy’s eyes on equal ground. Speaking to him as if he were an adult, he said, “I won’t hurt your mother again. And if I do, I won’t forgive myself.” *Dinner was served. And yet, Justin didn’t leave. Shamelessly, he lingered—thick-skinned enough to invite himself to dinner. The conversation had shifted from discussing the marriage itself to the wedding details. Justin was well aware that he had no right to participate in such discussions. But he hadn’t come here for that. So, instead of joining in, he

Helen understood immediately. She raised a hand and smacked Richard lightly on the head. Talking smack about Justin was fine, but her husband? Absolutely not. “Morning.” Justin, unfazed by the sarcasm directed at him, greeted them with a calm smile. He refused to back down. No matter what it took, he was going to integrate himself into this family—even if he had to force his way in. No one acknowledged him. He was completely ignored. Still, Justin didn’t let it get to him. His gaze drifted to Haley, who was fully focused on her breakfast, deliberately avoiding his presence. Meanwhile, Alex pulled him toward an empty seat beside him. “Uncle Justin, let’s eat!” Justin smiled. “Alright.” Helen, making conversation, turned to her sister. “So, are you still in a hurry to leave?” Evelyn had left early with Wilfred for business, leaving just the rest of them behind. The mood at the breakfast table was far more relaxed. Leave? Go back to Merika Stat

This felt strangely familiar. Helen stood at the door, stomping her foot in frustration. “Mom! Help me out here!” she called. Silence. No one inside responded. Helen sighed, her face full of worry. She kicked the air a few times to vent her frustration before finally getting into her car and heading toward Lichfield Hospital to find Zac—credit card in hand. *As she approached the director’s office, Helen reached for the door handle but hesitated. She could hear voices inside. It sounded like an argument. “Zac, are you really going to marry her? She’s not right for you! She doesn’t deserve you!” Elena’s voice was sharp, filled with disbelief. “Even if you don’t like me, you should at least choose someone from the right background—” The right background? Helen glanced down at the unlimited black card in her purse. Since when was my family not good enough? “Shut up!” Zac’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding. “Who I marry is none of your busine