All Chapters of His Hidden Game: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

After the meeting, Richard asked Julian to stay behind for a private talk.Once the room was down to just the two of them, the sharp edge in Richard’s gaze faded, replaced by a hint of approval. “I didn’t realize you were carrying so much on your own all these years. You could’ve come to me for help. Your father’s death was a blow to me too. I did look into it back then—I knew it was a rival company—but I didn’t tell you. I was afraid it would reopen wounds for you.”“I understand,” Julian said, sitting across from him, the wide desk between them feeling like the same distance that had always existed. Richard was his father’s older brother, but they’d never been close.Richard had always been married to the company. He barely involved himself even in his own son’s life, let alone his nephew’s. What he cared about was Ashford’s future—and now that he knew Julian actually had real ability, his attitude shifted instantly. Julian could feel it: Richard was reassessing him, thinking about

The lipstick on Violet’s lips was completely wiped away after that brief trip into Julian’s office. Before leaving the room, she took out a small mirror to tidy herself up, careful not to leave anything that might draw attention.Once she left the Ashford building, she went straight to the hospital. Since she was still officially on leave today, she wanted to check on her cousin Lilia and see how she was doing.Just as Julian had told her before, many of the spots for the clinical trial had already been taken through internal channels or political and business connections. Being able to secure one for Lilia had not been easy at all.Julian offered to drive her. She’d assumed he would drop her off and leave, but when they got out of the car, he asked how long she’d be inside. When she said about an hour, he simply replied that he’d wait for her there.She had no real reason to refuse. Pressing her lips together slightly, feeling his gaze lingering on her almost the entire time, she tur

Jay, who used to trail Violet everywhere as her assistant, was still stuck in a Munich hospital because of his serious injuries. It looked like he’d be spending the New Year there. So Violet told the driver to take her to the hospital, asked him to wait outside, and went in on her own.She made her way easily to Lilia’s room. Before she even stepped inside, she could feel how heavy the atmosphere was. The door was slightly ajar, and Violet could clearly hear Lilia’s voice, tight with frustration.“I’m done. I don’t want treatment anymore. Honestly, I’m already at the end of the line. I only agreed to try because I didn’t want you to worry.”“What are you saying?” Polly’s voice broke. “You clearly still have a chance—why would you give up now?”“Chance or not, didn’t you hear what the doctor said? I’m not on the clinical trial list. We don’t have a choice anymore.”“No, something must be wrong. I’ll go beg the doctor again,” Polly said urgently.“What’s the point of begging the doctor?

Marcus glanced at the audio recording on his phone and smiled with satisfaction. He quickly clipped out a few key lines, edited them into a short segment, then opened his chat with Julian and sent it over, attaching a message:“I’d hate to say I didn’t warn you, bro. Women are just that practical—two million is all it takes for her to walk away from you. Consider this my Christmas gift to you: a reality check about the people around you.”Lately, the more Marcus thought about Julian and Violet, the more something felt off—especially after Julian was exposed as the founder of a red-hot new company.If Julian were truly just a playboy heir, falling head over heels for a beautiful woman and marrying her on impulse might have sounded plausible. But all signs now pointed to the opposite: Julian was highly adept at disguise, calculating, and deeply guarded. A man like that would never marry a woman without reason—let alone someone with no background, no connections, nothing to offer on pap

Her hand had been in his grip—and in the next instant she slapped it away. The moment Julian saw her cover her mouth, turn, and bolt for the bathroom, his heart lurched violently upward. He froze. His feet felt nailed to the floor, all he could do was watch her pull farther and farther away from him.It wasn’t until he heard the sound of retching that his brain kicked back into gear. He sprinted after her. The running water from the faucet almost drowned out the sound of her knees hitting the floor.Her face had drained of all color, pale to a frightening degree. One hand braced against the wall as she sank down, the other clutched tightly over her stomach, fabric twisted and wrinkled where she gripped it too hard. That was what Julian saw when he rushed in—and it nearly stopped his breathing.He strode over and dropped to one knee in front of her, his voice trembling in a way even he didn’t realize. “WHAT’S wrong? I’ll call a doctor right now.”Without waiting for her answer, he reac