Todos os capítulos de Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: Capítulo 271 - Capítulo 280

David sat silently beside Grandpa.His brows were slightly furrowed, and his fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of the chair. There was a storm of questions running through his mind, and yet, he didn’t utter a single word.Grandpa turned slightly, watching the troubled expression on David’s face. He sighed softly and placed a hand on David’s leg, patting it gently."Don't overthink too much, David," Grandpa said in a low voice. "What matters now is that Claire gets better. That's what we should all focus on."David looked at him and slowly nodded. He really didn't want to overthink or assume things in order not to make the situation worse. He could only just stay quiet.But just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket.He pulled it out and saw the caller ID: Alfred.David stood up immediately. "Excuse me, Grandpa," he said softly before walking toward the corridor to take the call."Yes, Alfred?"Alfred's firm, stern voice came through. "Sir, there was an incident. Young master's

"What do you mean you don't know where she is?" Christian barked sharply in frustration. His sharp gaze locked on Alfred, who stood at the door of the old Lawson estate.Alfred didn’t flinch. He met Christian’s angry stare without blinking. "I’m sorry, sir. I don’t know where Nanny Sarah is. She disappeared four days ago. Nobody has seen her since."Christian’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. He took a step closer, lowering his voice, but still filled with anger."You expect me to believe that? That she just vanished? Just like that?"Alfred tilted his head slightly. "That is the truth. While everyone was still at the hospital on the day of the accident, she left quietly. No one knows where she went."Christian didn’t believe a word of it. He could sense there was something Alfred wasn’t saying, something he was hiding. But more than anything, Christian needed to get a hold of Sarah.He clenched his jaw tightly. His reasons were his alone, but that woman had become a key piece in the pu

A brief moment earlier…. Christian had left Grandpa’s house angrily. After he left, he headed to his apartment to clean up his bruises and cuts. Then he pulled out his phone, and dialed his contacts in Geneva. He needed answers—clear ones—on how everything got exposed. When the call connected, his contact wasted no time explaining. It turned out David had not only gone to Geneva, but he had done something Christian never would have expected—he had used the help of Christian's rival mafia gang and other external bodies to dig into the truth. His carefully placed network, the people Christian had trusted to keep certain secrets sealed, had been dragged into a hot mess in the process. Christian leaned back in his seat and let out a long, heavy sigh. He had truly underestimated David. He had always known David had money and resources—but that wasn’t the issue. In his mind, David was the kind of man who stuck to the clean way of doing things, the one who avoided dirty hands and d

Christian cleared his throat, his eyes fixed firmly on the chief officer. “We’re also looking for Allison. No one knows where she is right now.” The chief officer’s gaze lingered on him for a moment, slightly frowning. It was obvious he wasn’t entirely convinced. Before Christian could say more, Mathew stepped in. “It’s true,” Mathew said, his voice steady. “We really don’t know where she went. I hope she can be found as soon as possible so that all this will be cleared.” The chief officer let out a slow breath and gave a small nod. “I’ll handle the crowds outside then,” he said, glancing toward the door. “But if things get out of hand, we might have to move Ms. Emma and her daughter out of the hospital to a more secure location.” David, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms folded, finally straightened. “Thank you, Chief,” he said firmly, shaking hands with him before he left the room. For a few seconds, everyone was silent. Then David turned to Christian. “May

David stood outside the basement door, a lit cigarette between his fingers. The smoke curled lazily into the cool air, but his eyes stayed fixed on the ground. From below, faint but sharp cries echoed upward — the sound of pain and fear. It didn’t move him. His expression didn’t change, not even a flicker of pity. He took another slow drag, feeling the burn in his lungs. Then, he pulled his phone from his pocket. The screen lit up for a second before fading back to black, leaving behind his faint reflection in the glass. He studied it — the lines on his face, the tiredness in his eyes. He barely recognized himself. Was this really who he was now? His mind ran circles around the same thought. He had always believed himself to be smart — a man who could close the toughest business deals, sign contracts no one else could secure, solve problems in boardrooms that would make others sweat. In his world, he had always been brilliant, confident, unshakable. But when it came to his personal