Semua Bab A Night with the Billionaire (ENGLISH): Bab 21 - Bab 26

In the building’s main lobby, three employees huddled near the front desk, whispering as they occasionally glanced at the meeting room upstairs. One of them, a woman dressed in corporate attire, was biting her nails—a clear sign of anxiety. “Have you heard? Accounting says our salaries might be delayed again,” one of them whispered urgently. “If this keeps up, we might not have jobs by the next quarter,” a male employee responded, gripping the handle of his bag tightly. “We should start looking for other jobs now,” another woman said sadly. She had been with the company since Leonard was CEO. “What do you think happened to Miss Lilliane?” The three exchanged glances at the mention of the company heiress. They hadn’t heard any news about her for a long time—the last being rumors of her upcoming marriage to the elderly media magnate. Meanwhile, on a quiet corner of the executive floor, a senior manager sat with a furrowed brow, scrolling through the financial report on his tablet. H

On the other line, a sharp voice greeted the informant. “Where?” “Mall of Asia. About 23 minutes ago.” The informant's fingers trembled slightly as he typed a quick command to confirm the ATM details. Mall of Asia, Pasay City Terminal. The timestamp read 4:17 PM. “She just withdrew ten thousand at Mall of Asia. Want me to dig deeper, boss?” the man added. A brief static noise filled the line before a low voice responded. “Send me everything. Location, timestamps. I’ll handle the rest.” The informant nodded, his pulse quickening. “Consider it done.” With a few swift keystrokes, he sent the data packet and leaned back with a sly smile. The day he had been waiting for had finally arrived—the promise of additional payment once he delivered the information that would lead them to capture Ms. Olivares. Meanwhile, Ruel quickly gathered their men in preparation for capturing Lilliane. Some of them—including him—immediately headed to Mall of Asia to check the CCTV footage. Once the

The room was quiet. Miguel stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window of his office, watching the sun sink slowly behind the city skyline. In one hand, he held a glass of brown liquid—cold to the touch, yet warm as it slid down his throat.The fading sunlight brushed the edge of his face, casting shadows that seemed half-drowned in darkness. His eyes were distant, measuring the vastness of the sky and the weight of decisions he was forced to make.He took another quiet sip. Not a sound disturbed the room—only the steady beat of his heart and the ticking of the clock on the wall.His posture radiated the authority of a leader, but behind the cold glass, traces of exhaustion and loneliness lingered.Earlier, he had received a call from Agus. The woman he had been searching for so long—Lilliane Olivares—was said to be in the city.The news froze him. He had told his friend weeks ago to stop looking for her. Yet Agus had ignored him.Now, hearing that she was in Manila, he felt a confusin