All Chapters of NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

“Has it started?” Adrian asked, his voice calm but carrying a quiet urgency as he held his phone between his shoulder and ear, one hand steady on the steering wheel.“In ten,” Maverick’s voice came through from the other end, slightly muffled but clear enough.Adrian glanced briefly at the dashboard clock, then back at the road ahead. “Hmm… I think I’ll make it there before ten minutes. Has anyone else arrived yet?”“Yeah, some people are here already,” Maverick replied.“Alright,” Adrian said, adjusting his grip on the wheel as he slowed slightly to merge properly. “Gather them around. You can give Zack and Michelline a quick briefing before I get there.” He paused for a second, his eyes narrowing slightly in concentration. “I’m coming in with some of the case files, so I don’t want to waste too much time going over basics.”“Noted,” Maverick responded.The call ended with a soft click.Adrian dropped the phone into the holder and exhaled lightly, like he was mentally organizing ever

I picked up my phone, my fingers slightly trembling as I dialed the blackmailer’s number. I held it to my ear and listened as it rang endlessly , once, twice, three times, then four. No answer. The line just kept ringing into empty silence. Frustrated but determined, I ended the call and quickly switched to my email app. My thumbs moved swiftly across the screen as I typed out a short message:‘I am here at the meeting venue. What do I do next?’I hit send and exhaled slowly, tapping my fingers nervously on my lap while my eyes scanned the surroundings once more. The security team was still busy directing newly arrived cars, guiding expensive vehicles smoothly into their designated parking spots with practiced efficiency. The maiden who had been standing patiently by the car door earlier now had her attention elsewhere. She was staring at the other guests who had just stepped out of their cars, and her warm, welcoming smile had completely faded, replaced by a more neutral, profession

Adrian still hadn’t responded. The silence from my phone only heightened my growing anxiety. Around me, the grand foyer remained eerily quiet. No one else was coming in or out of the main building except for the steady stream of maidens who moved gracefully past the entrance, quietly ushering a few guests toward the dining area in the left wing. Their footsteps were soft against the polished floors, and the faint clinking of trays and dishes could be heard in the distance.I could still feel the heavy, unwavering gaze of the security guard burning into me. He hadn’t moved an inch, his sharp eyes watching my every subtle movement with professional suspicion. To avoid looking suspicious, I continued pretending to tap actively on my phone screen, scrolling through nothing in particular. The seconds stretched painfully into minutes. The longer I stood there, the more awkward and out of place I felt. Eventually, I lifted the phone to my ear, pretending to take an important call, murmuring

“But I’ll need to interview you both after the meeting,” she said.The words came out casually, like it was a simple condition. Like she wasn’t asking for something that could spiral into a completely different problem later.“I’ll be by the exit,” she added, adjusting the strap of her bag slightly, her eyes never leaving mine, “waiting for you both.”There was a brief pause. Not long. But long enough for me to consider the implications.An interview? That wasn’t part of my plan. That wasn’t something I could control.But right now, Control wasn’t exactly something I had. “Deal,” I said anyway. The word left my mouth easier than I expected. Too easy. She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she just stared at me. For a few seconds. Silent. Still. Like she was trying to read past my words and into whatever I wasn’t saying. Like she was trying to read past my words and into whatever I wasn’t saying.It made something shift slightly in my chest, but I didn’t let it show. Then, just as

I stood there, recording.Still shaking.The tremor hadn’t left my hands, it had only settled into something more controlled, more dangerous. The kind of shaking you force into stillness, not because you’ve calmed down, but because you have to. My eyes stayed fixed on the screen.Safer that way. More distant.Then, A voice.Familiar. My breath caught so sharply it almost made a sound.“…I still strongly stand on not resolving matters this way, Zack.”Adrian. Everything in me froze.My grip tightened instantly around the device, my heart slamming hard against my ribs as if it had been waiting for that exact moment. Adrian. Here.Inside. My mind scrambled, trying to connect the version of him I knew with the reality unfolding in front of me, but it didn’t fit. None of it fit.“…we are making things more messy,” he continued, his tone controlled, but strained in a way I had never heard before. “Let’s not complicate this.”For a second, just a second, I almost felt relief. He didn’t agree