Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lost And Found By The Billionaire: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

The next morning at breakfast, I made everyone some coffee for their hangover. After Enzo and I went to bed, the party continued till morning downstairs. It was Phoebe’s birthday today, so we had an entire day planned. Sadly, we'll probably have to cancel a few of them today to let these guys rest. “You were wild last night.” Enzo complained, “How long did the party go? Three? Four?” “Three thirty in the morning.” Leo said, clutching his head, “I’m just glad we made it back to the villa in one shape. We were drunk off our faces last night. It’s a miracle one of us hasn't jumped into the ocean.” “Jesus, I should not have left you guys alone.” Enzo said, sipping on his coffee.“It’s fine, Enzo. at least we had a blast.” Phoebe said, looking toward me with a sorry look. “We missed you. I hope you’re rested well for today.” “I am.” I said, tucking behind a strand of hair. “Wait.” Phoebe said, catching my hand mid air. She examined my finger then and showed it to Enzo. “Is that an eng

I watched with anticipation as Enzo spoke to that man. The man’s face twisted with fear, and before I could understand why, he got up from his seat and headed outside. Enzo came back to the table with a neutral expression, making sure nobody suspected anything. Once he was seated, I turned toward him to ask, “What did he want?” He shook his head, “He was someone from the press. He wanted pictures of us together.” “Press?” I frowned. He didn’t look like he was from the press. Why would he ask me to take care of Enzo if he was a journalist? “I don’t think so…” “He was under a disguise so he would look like a tourist.” He said, “It’s fine. It’s nothing we should be worrying about. I warned him to not bother us anymore.” I nodded, but somewhere deep inside, I knew that the man was not telling the truth. There was more to the story than he let on. But for now, I let it go. If I saw him again, of course, I would confront him. Right then, Enzo touched my forearm. When I looked toward h

I folded my arms across my chest, glaring at her. Did they plan this? Of course they had to. There was no way they were here by coincidence. They were so eager to kick me out of their lives back then, so why did they want to speak to me now? “Fiona?” Mrs Ashford said, “What are you doing here?” Right. I forgot they were friends. Great. “Mrs Ashford, I just came to meet my daughter-in-law.” She said, “I wanted to see how she was doing. I heard there has been a lot going on in her life after the divorce…” “First of all.” I said, “Calvin and I are divorced. I’m no longer your daughter in law. And you never treated me like one when I was married to your son, so I don’t get why you’re talking to me now. If you’ll excuse us, I need a lot-” “Oh, don’t be so upset, Cassie.” She said, “What has happened is in the past. You know we don’t have to remember everything. Why can’t we make a fresh start?”“A fresh start?” I scoffed, “I’m already doing that and I urge you to do the same.” “No, C

The morning of our Italy trip, Raymond called us for an emergency meeting. Enzo and I had already finished our packing for the trip, so we were able to find time to go to his office. I had an idea about what this meeting was going to be about, and my suspicion was proved right once we arrived there. “The bidding for our new project in the UK is just a week away,” Raymond announced, a tired look claiming his face. I could tell that he must have endured many sleepless nights over this. “I have a feeling that Calvin Anderson is going to win this one as well. Like he always does.” “That will be what, his third time in a row?” I asked. He nodded, “He bids the lowest amount for every government project that he wins. If you look at the numbers, it’s practically impossible to finish the project with that budget. Forget breakeven, you will run into losses with that amount. I don’t know how he’s making profits from it.” “Well, do you have the data of your last three biddings?” I said, “I ha

We were having breakfast in their backyard this morning, and my eyes were just wandering around as Enzo conversed with my grandparents. The Ashford’s estate back in the states was one thing and here in Sicily was completely another. To say it was magnificent would be an understatement. It was a huge property amidst which lay the house that we were staying at that could easily house 250 guests I think. It was built in a true European style with no compromise on the size and the quality.“Cassie?” I heard Enzo's voice, and when I turned toward him, he was already giving me an amused smile. I guess it was not the first time he was calling me. “I’m sorry, yes?” “Mr Ashford has some good news to share with you.” “Is it?” I said, turning toward him. “Yes, dear.” He said, “Turns out, your mother and mother-in-law are not going to make it to the engagement.” I widened my eyes at that, “What? How did you manage that?” “Well, all thanks to your father, I must say.” He said, “He learned