All Chapters of The Ruthless Billionaire's Property : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

EVENING finally came, and Oswald returned home from a long day at work, his mind still preoccupied with the incident that happened at the office. The cold, calculating demeanor he usually wore had cracked, if only for a moment, when Dwayne had taken Orlanda away. The memory of her pleading eyes as she was cuffed and escorted out played on a loop in his head, but he quickly shook it off.He had learned to control his emotions. Emotions made people weak, and weakness wasn't something he could afford, especially not with someone like Orlanda, a mere maid in his house. His mind briefly flicked back to the meal she had brought. He had even been too busy to eat it, coupled with the fact of it being poisoned or not, and also engrossed in the meeting, phone calls and reports that had flooded his office after the incident. The food had sat there on the desk, untouched. He wasn't sure if it was the distrust or something deeper, but something had kept him from taking even a bite. The thought cr

LORD Dino sat in the well lit study, the golden flicker of a nearby lamp casting shadows across the mahogany desk. His hands rested on the smooth surface, yet his mind was far from at ease. He watched the door close slowly as Philip, their most trusted informant, exited the room. Dino's expression, usually stern and controlled, now wore a mask of palpable unease. His brow furrowed, lips drawn into a tight line, and his thoughts spiraled, piecing together the odd bits of information Philip had just delivered. Something was off. Oswald was in trouble again, he could feel it.The silence that settled after Philip's departure was soon broken by the soft click of heels on the polished marble floor. Lady Frances, ever graceful in her movements, entered the study, her brows slightly knit in concern. She had had dinner, a very late dinner alone at the dining, and it was late because she had been out for a function, the reason she was still in the clothes she had gone out with.Worried that he

LADY Frances stirred under the soft covers, the early morning light barely peeking through the thick curtains of the master bedroom. She reached out instinctively to the other side of the bed, but her husband was already gone. His absence left a cool imprint on the sheets, a sign that he had risen early for one of his usual morning walks.Still half asleep, Lady Frances was about to turn over and drift back into the comfort of her morning routine when her phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand. Groggily, she reached for it, squinting at the screen.Carlson.Her heart tightened a little. It was now unusual for Carlson to call, and at this hour? This was rare. She answered the call, her voice still thick with sleep."Carlson," she murmured, trying to keep her tone light despite the early hour. "Why are you calling so early? Is everything alright?"On the other end, Carlson's voice was calm, too calm. "Mother, I was just wondering... have you heard from Oswald this morning?" He went

OSWALD sat on the plush sofa in his bedroom, dressed casually in a black T-shirt and jeans, an unusual sight for someone who typically donned formal wear. Today, the relaxed attire matched his mood, a mix of determination and a touch of defiance. He had no intention of heading to the office; not when there were more pressing matters to attend to.The door swung open, and Nathan and Dwayne entered, their expressions serious as they took their seats across from him. The tension in the room was palpable, and Oswald motioned for them to settle in. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, ready to discuss their next move."Carlson obviously has been getting more desperate," Oswald began without any preambles, his tone low. "It is clear he wants me out of the picture, and using Orlanda as bait is a dangerous game. We need to act fast."Dwayne nodded, crossing his arms. "He will do anything to leverage her. We can't let him think he has the upper hand."Nathan interjected. "We shoul

THE two ladies sat at their usual table in the mall, their phones buzzing with anticipation. They had both been anxiously checking their messages, hoping to hear from Orlanda. Hours had passed since they last saw her, and worry gnawed at them like a persistent itch."This is so unlike her," Flourish said, frowning as she scrolled through her messages again. "She usually texts us to let us know she is okay if she couldn't make it to the group chat.""I know! I have been thinking the same thing," Winifred replied, her brow furrowed in concern. "What if something happened? What if she is in trouble?"Flourish sighed, her expression shifting from concern to determination. "We can't just sit here and wait any longer. Let's go check on her, we need to."Winifred nodded in agreement. "You are right. Let's take a break from work and see what is going on."Without much problems, they were both able to excuse themselves from their shifts, promising to make up the hours later, and hurriedly bo