The Maid Who Was Trapped by The Billionaire의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

"I missed my husband’s hands… it’s like I don’t want to let go even for a second," Roxane murmured, barely able to look around as she kept a tight grip on Darvey Drillion’s hand. She could feel its warmth and pulse, as if they were giving her an unusual sense of calm. "Uhmmm… uhmmm…" Ama Clinthon cleared his throat softly from the corner of the room, but it was enough to break what seemed like a private moment between the two. Darvey suddenly pulled his hand away from Roxane’s, feeling slightly embarrassed under the old man’s gaze—cold yet with an unreadable hint of concern. "You’re here now, my grandchild," Ama Clinthon said in a firm voice but with an air of control. "Let me introduce Mr. Darvey Drillion to you. He is a well-known businessman and plans to invest in Clinthon Crown." Darvey stepped forward, smiling but clearly tense. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Roxane," he said calmly, bowing slightly as a sign of respect. "Please have a seat," added Ama Clinthon as his eyes sca

But Yaya Meme and Yaya Rhia ignored Benjie’s words until he eventually left. “Why is it like this? It feels like those nannies are obeyed more than I am. Why is guarding the twins their top priority instead of following my orders? Where did Ama Clinthon even find his staff—why can’t they even follow me?” These were the irritated thoughts of 3rd Clark Renoval as he watched Yaya Meme and Yaya Rhia, still busy taking care of the twins. Instead of being afraid or obeying him, the two nannies exchanged glances and smirked—the kind of victorious smile that suggested they were the real winners. “Yaya Meme…” he muttered firmly. “What do you take us for? You think you can just order us around?” Yaya Meme replied, raising an eyebrow with a teasing tone. “Hahaha! Well, you can’t make us follow you, because Ama Clinthon himself said the decision is ours. We take care of the twins, so we’re the ones to be followed!” added Yaya Rhia. A few moments later, Ma’am Vanessa arrived with her gua

“Oh, Mr. Calvez is already here!” Ama Clinthon suddenly said from the doorway, his voice carrying respect and a hint of surprise. A brief silence filled the room. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Mr. Calvez, who was now standing at the door, like a shadow that brought weight and charisma into the room. The strength of his posture seemed to claim the entire space. Even Roxane turned to look, and at that very moment she couldn’t stop her eyes from widening. “Wow… he’s something else!” Roxane suddenly exclaimed, with admiration and an unintentional sparkle in her eyes. Dark heard that. His brow slightly furrowed, as if a sharp pain flickered inside his chest, but he still kept a calm expression. What he felt was hidden behind his cold gaze. “Wow… he’s tall, macho, and his eyes are really attractive.” Roxane took a deep breath and then gave a teasing smile. “He’s not bad either…” she added, almost unaware of the weight her words had on Dark. Mr. Calvez, meanwhile, fixed his gaze on Rox

Two days passed. With every hour that slipped by, the bond between Calvez and Carolina grew stronger—not only as friends, but as if there was an unexplainable trust and understanding between them. Every laugh, every glance they shared gradually became a reason for Ama Clinthon to feel at ease. He believed that no danger would come as long as Calvez was by their side—the only man he had chosen to trust. But in a quiet moment, inside the old hall of their clan, Roxane approached her grandfather. Her heart was beating fast—there was nervousness, hesitation, but above all, a deep desire to earn the old man’s trust. “Grandfather…” she began softly, almost in a whisper, but enough to make the elder turn to her. “Calvez and I have already talked. We will continue with our agreement. This is for the sake of our clan… for your clan, Grandfather.” Roxane paused for a moment, tightly closing her eyes to hide the trembling in her voice. She felt the weight of every word she spoke—each syllable

“Excuse me! You’re blocking the way! The kings of CEM are passing through!” Yaya Rhia said sweetly, her voice playful yet teasing, as she stepped right into the middle of the tense confrontation. Everyone turned to look at her. The intense glares and burning emotions from both sides were suddenly interrupted—as if time itself had magically paused the conflict. Slowly, people stepped aside, trying to calm themselves, allowing a path to open. From there, the twins passed by, seated in their luxurious stroller that gleamed, clearly made from expensive imported materials. They looked like little princes—smiling and innocent, completely unaware that just moments ago the place had been filled with anger and shouting. Behind them walked the bodyguards—firm, sharp-jawed, and with eyes that scanned the surroundings with piercing vigilance. No one dared to come close. At that moment, Mr. Nathaniel’s eyes widened. He could barely breathe at what he saw. There was Maid Lyka, carrying the twin