Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claiming the billionaire ceo genius baby: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

"Theodore’s doing well," she said, breaking the comfortable silence. Alistair smiled a rare moment of warmth passing over his features. "He's a smart boy." It looks like you. Evelyn's heart stopped. The words were easy to understand, but the way he delivered them made her feel like she was the most important thing in the world. She looked him in the eye, and for a brief moment, the rest of the world appeared to fade away. But Alistair's phone rang just as fast, bringing them both back to reality. "Excuse me," he said in a low voice as he looked at the message on his screen. He squinted as he read. "Is everything okay?" Evelyn inquired, but she could tell from the way his face stiffened that it wasn't. Alistair gazed up at her with his mouth shut. "It's Alexander," he said, his voice shaky. "He's giving me a warning." Threatening everything I've worked for. She couldn't breathe as she watched him. "What did he say?" Alistair's eyes met hers, and they were icy and far away. He re

Alistair's office was bathed in the soft glow of early morning light, but the warmth couldn't stop the chill running up his spine. The phone rang once, then again. He held his palm over it for a second before grabbing it. A message popped up on the screen, and his heart raced. "Breaking News: The Kensington Family's Illegal Business Exposed!" His grasp got tighter, and his palms started to sweat. His family's name, which he had worked hard to build, polish, and safeguard, was now covered with mud. "Alistair?" Belle's voice came from the door, and it was full of worry. She walked into the room, and her presence was a nice break. She quickly looked down at the phone in his palm to see the headline, then up at his face to look for explanations. "Is it true?" she questioned in a voice that was barely a whisper. As she went toward him, her long, dark hair fell over her shoulder. Her steps were light, but they were heavy with the weight of the inquiry. Alistair raked a hand through his

"Alistair," Theodore said, his voice urgent and nearly frantic. "You have to see this." There is a message. "From Alexander." Alistair's stomach sank. "What's next?" "The press is going crazy," Theodore said. "But this is different. We have been following him, Alistair. He is gone. Gone without a trace. But there's something else— The call ended suddenly, and the line became silent. Alistair swore beneath his breath and called back right away. Theodore picked up on the second ring. His voice was calm, but he was scared. "There is a message," Theodore said again, and his words hung in the air. "We've discovered it. He is gone, yet he left us something. "Hey, a note." Alistair's hands turned into fists, and his heart raced. "What did it say?" There was a rustling sound on the other end before Theodore began again, his voice strained. "The game is over, but the war has just begun." The words kept coming back to Alistair's head. His body tightened as he thought about what it meant.

"Alistair," she said quietly, as if the weight of her return crushed down on her. "I've come to fix things." Belle slowly got up, her face showing a mix of disbelief and confusion. "Gabrielle, you vanished. Not a word. And now you come here, after all that's happened? Gabrielle walked into the room and closed the door behind her with a quiet click. "I know I shouldn't seek for forgiveness. But I've been working on being at peace with myself for the past few years. I can't alter what happened in the past, but I want to make things right. For you, Alistair. "For the family." Alistair walked across the room, his eyes steely, but it was hard to stay upset at Gabrielle because her eyes were so sad. "You've been gone for years, Gabrielle. And now you want to be forgiven? His voice was rough and full of anger. "Why now?" Gabrielle took a deep breath and clasped her hands in front of her, shaking them. "I made a huge mistake. I've been dragging it around. But there's one more thing. Somet

"We're cutting off his resources tonight," Alistair said, his voice hard and confident. He could see the blueprints of their attack in front of him. Each line and circle was a sign of a carefully thought-out plan. "We'll take away his power base, freeze his assets, and hit his accounts." Belle stood next to him with her hand resting lightly on the table. "This is the time we've been waiting for." "Now or never." "Exactly," Alistair said, leaning over the table and making his eyes darker. "We make him feel it." We take all he has and make sure he never gets it back. The plan's weight hung over the room, and everyone knew what was at risk. Alexander had played the game with ruthless accuracy, but Alistair's crew had been working behind the scenes, gathering information and waiting for this perfect opportunity to attack. "The first attack starts in an hour," Alistair said, still looking at the map. "Everyone here has a role to perform. We do this quickly and without making a sound.