THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET HEIR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 154

The world stopped pretending it was watching.It leaned forward.Across continents, screens lit up in living rooms, boardrooms, cafés, and refugee camps. Markets froze mid-transaction. Flights were delayed. Governments postponed votes.Because Damian Vale was about to speak again.And everyone knew what it would cost.THE ROOM WHERE HISTORY SWEATSThe chamber was smaller than the Forum. No grand architecture. No soaring glass.Just reinforced walls.Sealed doors.And a silence thick enough to bruise.Damian sat alone at the center table, hands folded, posture relaxed in a way that unsettled everyone watching.“You’re certain?” the chief investigator asked quietly.Damian nodded. “Begin.”Across the city, Aria stood in a secure command room, arms crossed tightly over her chest, eyes locked on the feed.Elena stood beside her, not speaking.No one dared.THE FIRST NAME“I’ll start with the structure,” Damian said calmly. “Because names mean nothing without systems.”He outlined it clean

The location was exactly what Aria expected.Neutral.Beautiful.Deadly.The coordinates led her to an unfinished cultural center overlooking the sea—glass walls, exposed steel, and wide open space meant to symbolize transparency.It smelled like money and intentions that never planned to be honest.Elena’s voice murmured in Aria’s ear through the secure channel.“All teams in position. No unusual movement. No signals detected.”Aria stepped inside alone.That was the rule.---## **THE MAN WHO NEVER RAN**He stood by the windows, hands clasped behind his back, watching the ocean like a man admiring a painting he already owned.Older than Aria had imagined.Calmer.Unarmed.“Aria,” he said without turning. “You’re punctual. I respect that.”“You should,” Aria replied coolly. “It’s the only courtesy I’m offering.”He smiled faintly and turned.This was **Victor Ashcroft**.The name Damian had spoken before the bullet.The architect.“You’ve caused quite a disruption,” Victor said pleas