บททั้งหมดของ BILLIONAIRE'S LEGAL AFFAIR : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

As Alison handed Drake a glass of wine, she couldn't help but notice the peculiar glances exchanged between him and Karen. The atmosphere had suddenly grown thick with an unspoken understanding, and Alison's curiosity was piqued. "Hey, what's going on here?" Alison asked, raising an eyebrow as she sat down beside them. “Is there something that I'm unaware of?” She asked again sensing the chemistry. Drake and Karen shared another knowing glance, and then, in perfect synchrony, they chorused, "You!" The room erupted into laughter from Karen and Drake, leaving Alison staring at them lost in thoughts. “It's been how many years?” Drake asked, his expression growing serious. “I knew the aura was way too familiar for merely a coincidence.” "I knew it!" Karen exclaimed, playfully hitting Drake on the arm. "I knew you were the one I met at that music festival five years ago!" Drake chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "I knew it too! But I never thought I'd see you again, Karen. Wha

Travis walked out of the supermarket, his guards carrying bags of groceries behind him while he walked side by side with Oscar. As he made his way to his car, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been growing inside him since his conversation with Raquel. She had warned him about potential threats, and he had taken her words seriously, he was definitely going to call for additional security measures to be put in place. He spent some years with Raquel and those years thought him never to take her words for granted. As he drove away from the supermarket, Travis's mind wandered to Alison. He had been thinking about her nonstop since their last encounter. He couldn't believe how much he still cared for her, how much he wanted to be with her. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. He answered, listening intently as his security team updated him on the latest developments. After a lengthy conversation, he ended the call, his mind racing with pos

As soon as Layla left the room, Bruno turned to Enzo and Marco, his expression uneasy. "I don't know if I'm comfortable with this," he said, his voice low. “I mean…her reaction and stuff are all weird and it's crazy kind of.” Enzo raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong, Bruno? I don't think it should be so much of a big deal…observing the matter critically, it's quite obvious that this is a two way thingy.” “What are you fears exactly?” Enzo asked too, by now, the two men had their gazes fixed solely on Bruno.” Bruno hesitated, unsure how to articulate his concerns. "I just don't trust her," he said finally. “There's something else up her sleeves.” “I think there's something you're missing here.” Enzo said with a chuckle. "You don't have to trust her, Bruno. You just have to use her." Bruno's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" Enzo leaned forward, his eyes glinting with amusement. "She's the one who got our bar and club released, remember? She's got connections, Bruno. And she's willin

“Get the whole documents across to Blain group and ensure you meet the CEO directly,” Bruno said and glanced at his watch, surprised to see that it was already noon. “I'm done with the mails too, let Wayne know about that so that the necessary things can be put in place.” His secretary bowed and walked out of the office with an expression less expression. “Okay, that was a whole lot,” Bruno murmured. He had been working non-stop since morning, and his stomach was already growling with hunger. Just as he was about to take a break, his assistant buzzed him, announcing the arrival of his wife, Rachel. Bruno's eyes narrowed, his instincts telling him to be cautious, considering that it's been ages she last showed up here. Rachel's behavior had been erratic lately, and he wasn't sure what to expect from her. He watched as she walked in, a bright smile plastered on her face, a container of food in her hands. "Hey Knjght, I brought you lunch," she said, her voice cheerful. “Your favour

The energy in the mansion had been awkward for over a week now, the tension between Bruno and his mother was clearly obvious. They had barely spoken to each other since the incident with Alison, and the silence was starting to feel oppressive. Despite that Bruno promised his mum that that were going to talk when he got back from the meeting the last time, he literally ignored her afterwards. Bruno's mother, Mrs. Francisco, sat in the living room, her eyes fixed on her son as he entered the room. She looked older, her face lined with worry and concern. "Bruno, I wanted to talk to you," she said, her voice hesitant. “But it seems that you've been avoiding me.” Bruno turned to her, fighting the urge to scoff. "What is it, Mother?" Mrs. Francisco took a deep breath before speaking. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior the other day. I know I was harsh with Alison." Bruno's expression remained neutral, his eyes searching for any sign of sincerity. "You have strong feelings about her