All Chapters of Too Late, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

Arturo Bianchi withdrew his gaze. His stern, authoritative features radiated dominance. However, when he heard the name Lucia, he paused slightly—it was the same name as his precious niece. As a seasoned commander, Arturo’s instincts were razor-sharp. He issued an order calmly, “Run a background check on those two.” The man in the tailored suit glanced toward Lorenza and Pietro. “Yes, sir.” Anyone who caught Arturo’s attention rarely brought anything good. Arturo then headed into a high-end private ward in the inpatient department. “Mr. Ruggeri, what brings you to a hospital in Milano?” he asked with a faint smile. Bruno Ruggeri, Damiano's grandfather, looked energetic and spirited, with no sign of illness at all. “I just needed some peace,” Bruno snorted. “My daughter-in-law keeps pestering me to set Damiano up on blind dates. She’s far too noisy.” In truth, Bruno wasn’t sick. He had simply escaped to the hospital to avoid the chaos at home. Arturo chuckled and sa

Lorenza spoke first. “Lucia, you’re finally here. You were really too impulsive. Women shouldn’t cling to grudges so deeply. Fortunately, Pietro isn’t seriously injured. He’s just angry and needs a simple apology. After this, you can still remain friends.” Zoe—Lorenza’s close friend—quickly echoed her words. “Exactly. Pietro only said one unpleasant thing about you, and you caused him so much trouble? What kind of friend does that make you?” Leonardo Marchesi stood silently nearby, his gaze steady as it rested on Lucia. He seemed to be waiting—expecting her to apologize. Three minutes passed. Lucia said nothing. Just then, her phone rang. It was Gabriele. She answered calmly. “Hello?” “Ms. Bianchi, we’re waiting for you at the hospital entrance,” Gabriele said politely. Lucia’s lips curved slightly. “I’m already in the ward.” “Ah—understood! We’ll come up immediately.” After ending the call, Lucia surprised everyone by walking over and sitting down on the sofa—still silent

Leonardo’s questioning voice was neither too loud nor too soft, yet it carried clearly through the spacious hotel lobby. All those present were business partners invited by the Donovan family. Upon arriving, they had begun mingling and networking, exchanging pleasantries and business cards. So naturally, the commotion at the front desk caught their attention. Lucia looked at Leonardo calmly. Her gaze was distant and detached, like someone observing a complete stranger. “Why can’t I be here?” she asked coolly. Seeing him standing beside Lorenza as a couple didn’t stir even the slightest emotion in her heart. “Did Gusto Castro bring you?” Leonardo probed. Lucia didn’t bother responding to someone who had long lost all sense of decency. Instead, she took her invitation from her bag and handed it to the hotel staff at the registration desk. During this three-day private booking, invited guests only needed an official invitation from the Donovan family to check in for free. The r