Semua Bab Beneath The Billionaire’s Mask: Chasing The Nanny: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Brayden stepped into the sleek conference room of the company, his sharp eyes scanning the table where his media team sat waiting. The air was thick with tension, each member sitting up straighter the moment he entered. The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow over the polished glass table, but no one was relaxed enough to admire the view.Without a word, Brayden slid into his seat at the head of the table, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit. He exuded control, his every movement precise.“The gala,” he started, his voice calm but firm. “I want it scheduled for tonight.”Murmurs of surprise rippled through the room. One of the senior planners, a middle-aged man with glasses, hesitated before clearing his throat.“Tonight, sir?” he asked, shifting in his chair. “It was originally set for next week. Some of the arrangements—”“I don’t care about the original schedule,” Brayden interrupted, his tone clipped

Penelope entered her room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a golden hue over the walls. She let out a quiet sigh, slipping off her heels, her body aching from the long day.But the moment her gaze landed on her bed, she froze.A neatly wrapped black box sat in the center of the mattress, its sleek ribbon tied in a perfect bow.Her heart skipped a beat.Slowly, she approached it, her fingers hesitantly reaching for the small white note placed on top.‘Wear this tonight.’The handwriting was bold, sharp, and unmistakable.Brayden.She exhaled, setting the note aside before carefully lifting the lid of the box.Inside, the most breathtaking dress she had ever seen lay folded perfectly. Black silk, smooth as water, adorned with delicate silver stones that shimmered under the light. The fabric felt cool beneath her fingertips as she lifted it, its weight luxurious yet light.Resting beside it were matching silver heels, diamond earrings,

Brayden stood near the back of the grand ballroom, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd as he mentally prepared himself for what was about to unfold. The night had been running smoothly so far, but the real event was just about to begin.The host of the gala, an older gentleman with graying hair and a distinguished presence, stepped onto the elevated stage at the far end of the room. He tapped the microphone twice, gathering the attention of the guests as the classical music in the background faded into silence.“Ladies and gentlemen,” the host began, his voice carrying across the room, “tonight, we celebrate not just wealth and power, but partnerships that shape the future of our industries. And to begin this prestigious evening, I would like to invite the man of the hour, our gracious host, and one of the most influential businessmen of our time—Mr. Brayden Giovanni.”A round of applause echoed through the room as all eyes turned toward him. Brayden adjusted his

Brayden was seated in his office, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand, when his phone buzzed on the desk. He glanced at the screen, his eyes narrowing at the blocked number.Without hesitation, he picked it up and swiped to open the message.“Tick tock, darling. Every second wasted is a second closer to your precious Penelope’s last breath. Make the right choice. Let’s not make this messy.”Victoria.His jaw clenched so tightly that a sharp ache spread through his temples.She was playing with fire.Brayden took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. Anger clouded judgment, and he needed his mind sharp.He quickly forwarded the message to Luca, adding a simple yet deadly instruction.“Find Penelope within 24 hours or your head will roll like a dice on the floor.”Luca’s response was instant.“Already on it, boss. I won’t fail.”Brayden exhaled sharply, setting his whiskey aside. He didn’t have time to sit here drinking. There w

Victoria Monroe stormed out of Brayden’s estate, her heels clicking against the marble floors as she made her way to her waiting car. The confrontation with him had left a sour taste in her mouth, but she had expected his resistance.He thought he was untouchable.He thought he had control.But he had no idea what she was capable of.Slipping into the backseat, she pulled out her phone and dialed a secure number.“Drive,” she ordered the chauffeur without looking up.The line clicked, and a gruff male voice answered. “Yes, Ms. Monroe?”Victoria’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “I’m on my way. Get everything ready.”She ended the call and leaned back against the leather seat.Tonight, she would teach Penelope a lesson.—The abandoned warehouse sat on the outskirts of the city, a decrepit building surrounded by nothing but darkness and silence. It was the perfect place for punishment.Victoria stepped out of the car, the cold night air