All Chapters of Fyi, Mr. Ex, I am Billionaire's Heiress : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Frank Lawson's face turned bright red, after he heard what Harold said throughout his conversation with me. "That bastard, he thought he could make my sister his money machine," Frank cursed while clenching his fists. "Did you know, that the York family is in huge debt because the future head of the family is addicted to gambling?" "Really?" I asked in surprise. "I didn't think it was that bad. How did you know?" "I didn't like Harold, since the first time my sister brought him home. But he's a sweet-talker and his behavior is perfect, in front of my family. I hired a private investigator to investigate him and just got the results two days ago," Frank said with a gloomy face. "But, he just won a bet on a stallion named Harry Potter?" I said. "And his winnings were quite big." "Yes," Frank said. "He immediately deposited the money to the loan shark who lent him the money a few months ago, because the loan shark had started calling his mother and younger siblings to collect the m

"What are you doing, Evran Jeremiah?" I looked up, distracting myself from my busy checking of the workshop's needs list that I had just received from Biand. Harold had his hands on his hips in front of me. His face was bright red and his gaze was piercing. He looked very angry and emotional. I stood up slowly from my seat and smiled. "What's wrong, Harold? Why did you enter my office without asking permission first and behave so rudely?" I asked in a cold, flat tone. "Have you ever learned about manners?" I was taller and bigger than Harold and I was sure he knew that if a fight broke out, he would be the loser. He lowered his hands from his waist. "You put my mother and sister in jail, Evran?" "Mother and sister-- Aah... The glamorous woman and the fat girl who abused a woman with her young daughter?" I asked with narrowed eyes. "They're your family? Tsk tsk, no wonder!" "What do you mean?" Harold snapped. "You're just as rude as them. I guess it's hereditary, huh?" I said

That night, Harold suffered a major defeat. He had to take a taxi home, after the bookie took his car as collateral for his gambling debts that had ballooned in one night. Frank sent his men to watch Harold, because he was worried that Emily would be disturbed after her sister canceled their wedding plans in public. "I will not marry a liar, a gambler, and a man who does not respect women like you," Emily said coldly. She took Lenore's hand and hugged her shoulders. "Lenore is my sister and when you hurt her, you hurt me too. Especially Soraya! You think she is worthless because she is a girl? Hey, you bastard, you were born of a woman too!" Harold was pale, unable to say anything in return because all eyes were on him. The girls he brought with him moved aside one by one and he had to face Emily who was raging under the angry gazes of the people around her. Lenore just stared at him with a cold stare. When Harold looked at her, I saw him flinch. I grabbed Lenore's waist and hu

I knew his work schedule at the coffee shop and after that I always tried to find an excuse to go there whenever he worked. Like this afternoon. "Uh, Alfred, why do we have to do it there?" asked Jeno, my classmate who is now also my group mate in the neurology course. "Because the atmosphere there is pleasant, the coffee is good, and the cakes are also varied," I answered quickly. "Of course," said Shetty, my other friend. "The price is more expensive than other cafes. For students like me, a cup of coffee and a plate of cakes there, cost the same as my three meals a day." "You're right, Shetty," said Jeno gloomily. "I'm even two days late paying for my place." Among the four of us, me, John, Jeno and Shetty, the last two are indeed students from other countries who received scholarships at my faculty. Jeno is from Indonesia and Shetty is from India. They were smart and diligent students. My mom had told me to bring them to my hospital after we graduated. I patted Jeno's sh

Terence's face was bruised. The man who had attacked him had hit him and I was furious to see his originally white and smooth cheeks now turning into bruises. I came after the man threw a punch at Terence. I punched him back and he fell down. The pungent smell of the drink made me realize that he was drunk. I hit him again and he immediately fell unconscious. After that I immediately called Evran and asked him to send his men to take care of the drunk bastard. I took Terence to his room. The room was quite spacious, not only because the place was quite large, but because the furniture in it was also minimal. There was only a queen-sized bed placed on a short wooden divan, a two-door wooden wardrobe, a short study table with round cushions, and a large cat cage in the corner near the window. I helped him sit on the bed and examined him. There were no injuries worse than the bruises on his face. I secretly felt relieved. "Where is the bathroom?" I asked. He pointed to the corner