บททั้งหมดของ Lost And Found By The Billionaire: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

It took me a week to finally get back to work. Leaving Emmy with Sara was still not feasible, so I decided to start working from home for now. My team missed me back at the office and told me that they’d want to have me in person. But they were relieved this morning that they could see me at least on videocall. I was currently waiting for Raymond to join our private call whilst looking over the notes I made. As soon as the call connected, his face appeared. “Hello, Cassandra.” He said, “It’s great to see you after so long.” “You too. I’m excited to be back.” I said, holding up my notes, “And I came prepared. Shall we start?” “Yes, right away.” We spent the next hour discussing the project and coming up to date with what was happening. I noted all the issues Raymond faced and promised to fix them from our end. “So that’s it then?” He asked. “Yes, just one small thing. Completely off topic.”“Shoot.” “Do you know what’s up with Enzo? I can tell him there’s something at work tha

As his rough hands caressed my skin, I couldn’t help but succumb to the pleasure. He was masterful at his craft and I’d long lost my immunity against his ways. Everytime he touched me, he set me on fire, and I very willingly submitted myself to him. Even though I knew he would be my doom. Despite my annoyance with him, one simple touch from him made me melt like a puddle. I was weak for him once again. But I hated being like this. I hated that I had no self control over this man. I couldn’t let him overpower me like this. He could use this as a tactic to make up with me every time I was upset. As if the Lord heard my concern, Emmy’s cry reached us. We sprung apart at once, staring at each other, dumbfounded. “Is that Emmy?” Enzo asked, gasping for breath. “Yeah,” I mumbled with an equally raspy voice as I pulled away from him. “I’ll check on her.” He was reluctant to let go of his hold on my body as I pulled away. But finally, he gave in, his shoulders slumping down as his bod

Enzo’s POV I felt a small nudge on my stomach as I woke up. Assuming it to be Cassie’s limb, I ignored it. However, the nudge soon tickled it and then I felt something wet. My eyes opened to look at Emmy crawling on my chest, trying to bite my skin. A smile tugged at my lips upon the sight of her adorable face. Picking her up to my face, I placed a kiss on her cheek. “How did you come here, darling?” I mumbled as I shifted to my side. And right then, I saw it. A small cupcake was resting on the bed with a note that read: Happy Birthday Daddy. I widened my eyes in surprise and grabbed my phone to check the date. Damn. I really lost track of time. “Happy birthday, baby.” Cassie grinned, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. “First birthday with our daughter, aren’t you thrilled?” “Absolutely,” I said as I watched Emmy. She was making weird, excited noises now, eyeing the cupcake. Her hands were reaching out toward it, and I scraped off the frosting on top to place it on her lips.

After the party, Enzo, Emmy, Sara and I headed back home. Sara was shook from the entire episode that played out and remained silent the entire journey home. As we went in, I looked at her. “Take the guest room. You can rest there.” She didn’t move an inch until Enzo looked at her. And then, she said, “I can’t live here.” She sighed, “I… I can’t… I don’t want to be a burden on anyone.” “Sara, you’re not a burden.” I protested, patting a sleeping Emmy on my chest. “I will be if we continue this arrangement.” She said, “I don’t want-” “How about this?” Enzo intervened, “I’ll give you a house. It’s right by your workplace. That way you won’t have to live with us, nor with your scum of a dad.” “A house?” She said, “I’m sure I can’t afford the rent.” “You can live there for free.” He said, “I just… I don’t ever want you to go back to that house.” Sara stared at him for a long while, as though she was trying to figure him out. “Why are you doing this?” “What?” “You didn’t even wa

“Who did it?” I asked, treading him carefully. In all these years of knowing him, I never saw him like this. This broken. This helpless. Enzo built that firm with his own blood and sweat. It was everything to him, and to have it all be taken away - it was a nightmare for me. Suddenly, I was enraged. The mere thought of Trent Dalton was making me shake with anger. But I knew that this was not entirely his doing. To pull off something like this, he needed someone on the inside, a mole, to give away such sensitive information. If the transactions are portrayed to be made by Enzo, then it must be an insider that had access to such sensitive information. “I don’t know.” Enzo said, “Whoever it was, they altered the firm’s accounting software to move client funds, trust funds, into my personal account. I had no idea of this, and nor did I receive any messages from the banks regarding giant transactions. Trent must have paid them to be silent as well.” “If they could get into accounting