Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Nova sat at the head of the conference table, her business planner spread out before her. A cup of untouched coffee sat next to a stack of reports, her mind swimming in a sea of projections and marketing strategies. She nodded occasionally as her business planner, Jennifer, rattled off figures about the upcoming product launch, her pen poised to jot down important details. But Nova’s focus faltered when her phone buzzed next to her notebook.Mom.The name flashed on the screen in bold letters, and immediately, her chest tightened. She locked the screen without hesitation and pushed the phone away slightly, as if merely seeing the name conjured up memories she was desperate to bury. And of course, she had memories she wanted to bury. Bad ones at that.Jennifer didn’t notice. She continued talking, unaware of the shift in Nova’s mood.Buzz. The phone vibrated again, lighting up with the same name. Nova shot it a glance, her brow furrowing. She ignored it once more, determined not to let

Bentley sat at his mahogany desk, sunlight streaming through the large windows of his study, casting a soft glow on the polished wood surface. The quiet hum of the afternoon filled the room as he worked, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the keys of his laptop. Nearby, Nova sat on the plush armchair, engrossed in a book, her feet tucked beneath her, enjoying the peaceful silence that stretched between them.Bentley muttered to himself, barely above a whisper, “Task number one accomplished.”Nova's ears perked up at his words, her curiosity piqued. She closed her book gently and set it aside, her attention now fully on him. "Task number one?" she repeated, a light furrow forming between her brows. "What did you accomplish? And what’s task number two?"Bentley leaned back in his leather chair, a hint of satisfaction dancing in his eyes. “Task number one was getting the truth from my father about his... issue with your father.”Nova's lips parted in mild surprise. "Oh really? You plann

Bentley stepped out of his car, the soft crunch of gravel under his shoes barely registering as entered into the serene setting of his sprawling home. The sun was beginning to lower in the sky, the atmosphere cool and smooth over the pool where Nova swam with carefree energy. It was a good day to have a swim. The gentle sound of water splashing filled the air as Nova played and swam by herself.He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her. Nova’s skin glistened under the late afternoon light, her wet hair slicked back as she floated in the pool, looking entirely at ease. She hadn’t noticed him yet, and Bentley allowed himself to watch her a little longer, appreciating the calmness that seemed to radiate from her. He began to walk towards the pool, his shoes against the floor as he approached the edge.Just as he neared, Nova noticed him and her face broke into a radiant smile. "Hey, you, you're back already" she greeted him, swimming to the edge and pulling herself up. "You didn

Bentley walked briskly down the wide, glass-paneled hallway, his shoes making steady sounds on the polished marble floor. Franco kept pace beside him, paperwork tucked under his arm, his face set in concentration as they discussed the new project they were about to embark on."We'll need to keep close tabs on the marketing strategy," Bentley said, his voice calm but firm, the tone of someone used to controlling everything down to the finest detail. That was who he was anyway. "The expansion is ambitious, but if the numbers aren’t aligning by the third quarter, we’ll have to reallocate resources."Franco nodded, his eyes scanning the corridor ahead as they moved toward Bentley’s office. "Agreed. I was thinking of touching base with the vendors today, just to make sure all the shipments are on track for next week’s launch.""Good call. Keep me updated," Bentley replied, glancing at Franco. He valued his input, especially when it came to the finer details he often didn't have the time to

Austin pushed open the door to his apartment. He had just returned from work and he was really tired. Hungry too. The sun had already set, leaving the city’s lights flickering in the distance outside his window. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and his jacket was slung over his shoulder as he walked straight toward the kitchen. He hadn’t eaten all day, and his stomach growled in protest.Without wasting any time, he went to the fridge, pulling it open and grabbing a classic beef burger. The cool air from the fridge brushed against his face, his fingers closed around the container, but just as he was about to close the fridge, something nagged at the back of his mind.A strange feeling. An itch, like something was off.His eyes shifted back to the shelves inside the fridge, and that’s when he saw it—peanut butter. The jar sat neatly on the top shelf, but something about it didn’t look right. He had bought that peanut butter just yesterday, but he hadn’t touched it yet. The seal wa