All Chapters of Beneath The Billionaire’s Mask: Chasing The Nanny: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Penelope stood frozen, her hands clenched into fists as she listened to Rosa skillfully twist the truth.“She was aggressive toward me,” Rosa said, her voice dripping with fake concern. “I was only trying to guide her, but she refused to listen. I’ve always believed in professionalism, but Penelope seems to have trouble controlling her emotions.”The other staff members exchanged glances. Some nodded, as if agreeing, while others remained indifferent.“That’s a complete lie!” Penelope’s voice rose in frustration. “You were the one who pushed me first! You have been targeting me since I got here, and now you’re trying to make it seem like I’m the bad guy?”Rosa let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head. “Oh, Penelope. Why do you always have to make a scene?” She turned to the supervisor. “This is exactly what I meant when I said she is difficult to work with. She refuses to take responsibility for her behavior.”Penelope felt her heart pounding in her ch

Inez knocked firmly on Brayden’s office door before stepping inside. His office was dimly lit, the faint glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. Brayden sat behind his large mahogany desk, his fingers drumming rhythmically against the polished surface. His expression was unreadable, but the sharpness in his eyes made it clear that he was deep in thought.Inez stepped forward and cleared her throat. “Everything is set regarding the reporter. We’ve made all the necessary arrangements. The team is in position.”Brayden leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “Good. Make sure everyone understands their roles. I don’t want any mistakes.”Inez gave a firm nod. “Understood. We’ve covered all possible escape routes, and we have eyes on him at all times.”Before Brayden could respond, Ryder, who had been standing silently near the window, let out a quiet scoff. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, his gaze flic

Brayden stepped out of the car, his sharp eyes scanning the entrance of the private hospital. The cold night air brushed against his face, but he barely noticed it. His mind was focused on one thing—Luca. The moment they had arrived, the medical team had rushed his injured right-hand man into the emergency ward, and Brayden had followed closely behind, flanked by his guards.Dr. Lee, his personal physician, was already waiting for him. The middle-aged doctor, dressed in his usual white coat, approached him with a serious expression.“Mr. Giovanni,” Dr. Lee greeted, his tone professional but laced with urgency. “Luca is being taken care of as we speak. The bullet wound is deep, but we’ll do everything we can to stabilize him.”Brayden gave a small nod, his jaw clenched. “Make sure he gets the best care possible. I don’t care what it takes.”Dr. Lee adjusted his glasses, nodding in understanding. “I assure you, we will do everything in our power to help him. Howev

Brayden sat across from Dr. Lee in his office, his fingers tapping restlessly against the polished wooden desk. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with unspoken concerns. The only sound was the steady ticking of the clock on the wall and the faint hum of hospital equipment in the background.Brayden’s eyes were sharp and unwavering as he spoke. “Make the arrangements for Luca’s departure,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. “I don’t want to be the one responsible for ruining his future.”Dr. Lee sighed, rubbing his temple. He had known Brayden long enough to recognize that once his mind was set, there was no changing it. “I’ll make the necessary calls,” he said, nodding. “Korea and India both have top-tier specialists. They’ll give Luca the best possible chance at a full recovery.”Brayden gave a curt nod. “Good. I want him on a flight as soon as possible. Money isn’t an issue.”Dr. Lee leaned back in his chair, watching Brayden carefull

The room was eerily silent for a moment, everyone frozen in place as Brayden’s body slumped forward. Then, chaos erupted.The older man’s eyes widened in shock as he pushed back his chair abruptly, rising to his feet. “What the hell—” His voice was sharp, cutting through the stunned silence.Ryder reacted first. “Brayden!” He rushed to his side, gripping his shoulders as his unconscious body sagged against the chair. His breathing was shallow, his skin unnaturally pale. “Damn it!” Ryder muttered under his breath, pressing two fingers against Brayden’s neck, searching for a pulse. It was weak but still there.The older man turned sharply to his guards. “Get him to a room. Now!” His deep voice held no room for hesitation.Two of the guards stepped forward immediately, carefully lifting Brayden from his chair. Ryder moved to support him as well, his face tense with worry. Together, they carried Brayden out of the private dining room and into an adjoining suite