All Chapters of The Billionaire's First Glance: Chapter 251 - Chapter 259

Nathan’s POV“Do they have a lot of people covering the building?” I asked.“No, the only people there were Jonathan, Franklin Duval, and Ms. Adams,” Evander advised.“Ms. Adams?” I asked, puzzled. “Jonathan’s sister?”“No, his mother,” Evander explained. “She’s one crazy ass bitch.” Evander laughed.“No other people,” I queried.“None, Mr. Duval even gave his security guards the night off, so no one would be around,” Evander stated.I stood up and looked at Salvatore.“So, we’re going to head over there right now,” Salvatore informed Evander. “If anything you say is wrong, we’ll call Butcher. Then he can have his fun.”Evander gulped. “I’m not lying. I promise.”I laughed, “Evander, I find it very hard to trust you.”“Honestly, I’m not lying,” Evander cried.“We’ll see,” I said and turned to leave the room.Salvatore insisted that I accompany him in his car. We drove to the JD Holdings building in about ten minutes. Just as we were arriving, I noticed Jonathan outside the building.“

Nathan’s POVSalvatore’s men stopped me from beating the living hell out of Jonathan. As soon as my consuming anger subsided, my brain started thinking.“Amelie!” I said and frantically went to see the person wrapped in the blanket. What the fuck? It wasn’t Amelie, it was Mr. Duval, and he looks like he had several wounds.“Franklin?” I asked.“Nathan, help me, I need to go to the emergency room,” he said, holding up his hand for a second, then dropping it. “There was a horrible accident.”It looked like he had lost a lot of blood. I checked the wounds.“Franklin, you’ve been stabbed,” I exclaimed. “Who did this to you?”“It’s not important,” Franklin stated.“I did it,” Jonathan yelled as Salvatore’s men held him.“You? You stabbed your own father?” I asked.“How do you know I’m his father?" Franklin said, surprised.“Evander told us,” I said, smiling. Salvatore came to stand beside me.“Fuck,” Franklin cursed.I turned to Jonathan. “Why did you stab him?”“He was going to sexual assa

Amelie’s POV“What happened after you came into the building?” I asked while leaning my head against the car window. “I closed my eyes to brace for death.”“Well, you missed quite a bit,” Detective Anton stated. “After we told her to drop her gun, someone shot Vivian. Initially, I turned around and told off my officers, but they all said they hadn’t discharged their weapons. We turned around to spot Jonathan Adams with a gun in his hand. So, we ordered him to toss the gun away and lie down on the floor.”“Jonathan?” I said, shocked.“Yes, Jonathan,” Detective Anton confirmed. “Then he said, ‘Tell Amelie, thank you for showing me kindness when everyone else tried to use me. I know I didn’t deserve it from her after all the things I did to scare her.’ He sounded really sincere.”Jonathan had saved me. He killed his own mother to save me. I honestly think he was just as fucked up by Franklin as Madison was. Then add Vivian into the mix. The poor guy didn’t have a chance to be normal.“Wh

Amelie’s POVI was exhausted. I didn’t want to leave Nathan, but I had to admit it. To my surprise, Marcus was out front waiting for me. Dylan wasn’t there, though.“Marcus, you should be resting!” I exclaimed.“I wasn’t hurt, Mrs. Michaels,” Marcus responded. “I was just drugged.”“Still, you should at least have a couple of days off,” I replied. “How is Dylan?”“He’s at home resting,” Marcus stated. “He has eight stitches on his temple.”“Oh gosh, that’s horrible,” I declared.“Dylan was mad he wasn’t allowed to work today,” Marcus chuckled. “I think he’ll fully recover.”“Thank goodness,” I said, smiling.“So I have a surprise for you,” Marcus indicated and opened the door.Logan and Zander rushed out the door and hugged me.“Thank God you’re ok, Ame,” Zander gushed.“I was so scared I’d never see you again, Mum,” Logan expressed.“My boys, how I’ve missed you!” I cried.“Can we see Dad?” Logan asked.“Are you sure?” I said, holding Logan’s face in my hands. “He’s hooked up to a bu

Amelie’s POVI sat with Madison, and we talked for an hour. I asked if she was willing to let Dr. Yvonne see her in the hospital. She thought it would be an excellent idea. I was so relieved. I had already set up Dr. Yvonne to see me at the hospital, so I’m sure she could fit in Madison as a favor.Paul walked back into the room with a tea for Madison, but he had also brought some muffins, pastries, and a couple of bottles of orange and apple juice back as well.“I stopped by to see Nathan and Carrington before I went down,” Paul advised. “He demanded that I feed you as well, Amelie. I am not going to argue with Carrington.” Paul chuckled.“I don’t blame you. I don’t think you would win anyway,” I laughed.“That’s the honest truth, Amelie,” Paul said, taking a bite of a muffin.I looked in the bag and pulled out a bagel with cream cheese and started nibbling on it. I reached for an apple juice, as I didn’t want a repeat of the orange juice episode I had at home.We talked for half an