All Chapters of Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Emma stepped into the sitting room, brushing her hand down her plain jeans as she looked at the two people curled up on the couch.“All right, I’m ready,” she said.Sophie and Claire turned to look at her at the same time. The moment Sophie saw Emma, her face changed into a frown.“Terrible,” she muttered, shaking her head.Emma raised an eyebrow just as Sophie nudged Claire. “What do you think, Claire?”Claire looked a bit uncomfortable, caught between standing by her mother and staying loyal to her godmother. Her eyes paused briefly on Emma’s simple jeans and T-shirt before she gave a small smile. “Mum has other… nicer clothes.”Sophie quickly held up her palm and high-fived Claire with pride.Emma rolled her eyes at both of them. “You two are unbelievable. I’m not going on a formal date or anything. Christian’s just taking me to pick out a dress for the banquet.”“And?” Sophie replied with a wave of her hand. “Does it matter where you’re going? If Christian is TAKING YOU OUT, you

The moment David walked into the banquet hall, everything shifted. Conversations faltered, glasses paused mid-air, and necks craned as attention shifted toward him.He wore his usual color palette—muted, dark, and undeniably sharp. Nothing flashy, nothing overdone. Just enough to draw eyes and keep them lingering.The media noticed him immediately. Cameras clicked and lights flashed. In seconds, reporters and photographers rushed forward to catch a glimpse or a shot. Even amidst the glittering crowd, David stood out, effortlessly stealing the spotlight. But while the room pulsed with whispers about his appearance and presence, David’s mind was somewhere else entirely.The past few days had taken their toll on him. Drowning himself in work had become his convenient numbing agent. Better to drown in back-to-back meetings than sit alone with his thoughts about someone.In fact, he hadn’t even planned to come. When the Whitmores sent the invitation, he had made up his mind not to go.He w

The sharp sound of a phone ringing broke the silence in the room. Gavin slowly opened his eyes, still half-asleep. The bright morning light peeked in through the curtains, making him squint. He rolled over and reached out with one hand, trying to find his phone on the bedside table.His fingers touched the screen, and he pulled it close to see who was calling.Sophie.He let out a deep yawn and stretched his arms wide before finally answering the call.“Hello?” he said, voice still thick with sleep.Sophie’s voice came through immediately. “Where have you been, Gavin?! I’ve been calling you for days! I've been so worried!”Gavin sighed again, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m really sorry, Sophie,” he said with another lazy yawn. “I was on a boat cruise.”There was a pause on the other end.“A boat cruise?” Sophie repeated in surprise. “What do you mean? Since when?”Gavin scratched the back of his hea

It was Monday morning when Emma arrived at the hospital. The weekend had come and gone, leaving behind the memories of a successful banquet. Emma thought back to the event with a small smile. Despite a few unexpected twists, she had enjoyed herself more than she expected. Alfred and Irene Whitmore had been kind and wonderful hosts, and overall, the atmosphere had been pleasant.Though she had noticed David leaving the event earlier, she didn’t give it much thought. Her mind had been too busy juggling conversations and navigating Christian’s social circle.Now that the new week had begun, Emma reminded herself of something she had been meaning to do for days: visit Grandpa. His recovery was going better than anyone expected, and the doctors were considering discharging him soon. She had no excuse to delay any longer.Once her rounds were completed and her patients were seen to, Emma made her way through the familiar hospital corridors towards Grandpa’s private ward. As she approached

Grandpa did not like what had happened earlier. Even though he enjoyed how Maureen had put Allison in her place, he still didn't like how she had belittled Emma right in front of him, and though Emma handled it with grace, the old man could not let that scene repeat itself. Emma should not have to deal with that kind of disrespect.So, while Emma was standing beside his bed and flipping through his records, her face calm and focused, Grandpa reached out to his side table and speed-dialed a number on his phone.Moments later, his loyal butler walked in quietly. Grandpa gave him a look—a simple, knowing look. The butler gave a small nod and turned around without a word, disappearing as quickly as he had come.Emma, still unaware, continued her review, her finger trailing over the medical notes. Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the room was heavy. Maureen was still lounging casually, Allison sat sulking with a stony expression, and Grandpa rested back with a thou