All Chapters of His Hidden Game: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Alright.” Julian agreed without hesitation to Ryan’s request. “But I’ll only make sure she gets back to your place. After that, she’s not my responsibility. My wife is waiting for me at home.”His tone was cool and distant. The message was clear: please keep your daughter in check, and also, I’m a married man. He had no feelings for Lydia whatsoever—this was entirely her one-sided obsession.After that, Julian arrived at Lydia’s apartment. While she was off guard, he and Felix worked together to drag her away from the window. Just then, the bodyguards her father had arranged arrived, and together they shoved her into the car.Julian didn’t ride in the same vehicle. He could easily imagine Lydia causing a full-blown scene inside.But the ride hadn’t drained all her energy. When they arrived at her house and she was about to be taken out of the car, she violently shook off the bodyguards’ hands.“Touch me again and I’ll cut your hands OFF!” she screamed.She struggled wildly, even kick

Violet had already been cutting it close, and getting held up at home only made things worse. The moment she stepped into the airport, she had to speed-walk the whole way.Luckily, she was traveling light with just a carry-on that fit in the overhead bin, so she skipped baggage check-in entirely and cleared security just in time—barely—ending up as one of the last passengers to board.She climbed onto the plane a little out of breath. Once she got to her seat and stowed her things, she tapped her phone screen—dead. At the same time, it hit her: she’d forgotten to pack her charger.After takeoff and once the seatbelt sign went off, she grabbed the airline’s overnight kit and pajamas and took a quick shower. By the time she got back, the seat had already been converted into a bed. She asked a flight attendant if they happened to have a charging cable she could borrow, and to her relief, they did.She plugged her phone in, but before the screen even fully lit up, she fell straight into a

“What?” Violet hadn’t caught what the woman just said.What she did notice was the chaos at the doorway.Maids and bodyguards were crowded together, most of them clearly panicking.Someone whispered under their breath, “Why is Mrs. Dufour back all of a sudden?”“I don’t know! Wasn’t she supposed to be in London? She wasn’t due back for another two days. How did she just show up?”“Mr. Dufour is so dead.”“When she came in, it was obvious she didn’t know anything yet. Who was the idiot that told her about this woman?”“Better someone told her. If she finds out on her own, we’re all finished.”“Exactly,” someone chimed in. “Let’s not forget who actually runs this house.”They noticed Louise’s face darkening and instantly shut up.Violet met the woman’s gaze.The woman quickly realized Violet wasn’t the person she thought she’d recognized. The softness vanished, replaced by cold authority.“WHO are you?” she demanded. “And why did you hurt my husband?”“You’re… Mrs. Dufour? Henri’s wife?

“Beep… beep… beep…”Violet surfaced from the haze to the steady rhythm of machines, a soft, dripping sound in her ears. Sensation slowly returned to her body. She cracked her eyes open, only to be met with a wash of white. The light was too bright, forcing her to squint—then, almost instantly, someone noticed her lashes flutter and shouted in excitement, “She’s awake!”Her cold hand was immediately wrapped in a pair of warm ones. The hands were slightly wrinkled, gripping her tightly, and a familiar voice kept calling her name in a low, urgent murmur. Violet tried again to open her eyes. Josef was sitting right by her bed, worry written all over his face. “How do you feel? Are you thirsty?”She nodded faintly.The electric bed hummed as it was slowly raised, adjusting her into a comfortable half-sitting position, her back still supported by the mattress. A thin straw was brought to her lips. She took a couple of small sips. As her throat finally felt less dry, the fog in her head be

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right.He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight.Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.Past the shelves, Josef sat behind the desk. A cut-crystal tumbler rested in front of him, a shallow pool of cherry brandy coating the bottom.Julian stopped a short distance from the desk. “Didn’t expect us to be meeting like this.”“Surprised?” Josef rolled the glass lightly between his fingers. “To me, this was bound to happen soo