Semua Bab Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire: Bab 171 - Bab 180

“Why did you do this, Bastian?” Ford asked, curiosity lacing his tone. After hearing so many things about Sebastian, he finally decided to visit him. Luckily, Sebastian had been cleared by the doctor to go home today.The man was packing his clothes into a bag, pausing for a moment just to look at Ford.“Do what exactly, Ford? Be specific,” he said casually.Ford scoffed. “Don’t act like you don’t know. The news is already out—your business associates probably know by now too.”Sebastian’s movements halted. He let out a breath. “Then let them.”Ford never thought the man who used to care so much about his fashion company would become this indifferent. Did everything he had built mean nothing to him now?“So you’re really giving up?”“What about you?” Sebastian shot back, catching Ford off guard. “You gave up before I did, Ford. Do you regret it now?”Ford looked down, gripping the bedsheet tightly. He stayed silent for a few seconds until Sebastian spoke again.“I just don’t want to s

“Wouldn’t that put your father’s company at risk?” Zayne asked, wrapping an arm around Elmy’s waist and letting her lean against his chest.“I don’t care, Zayne.” Elmy toyed with the buttons on his shirt and looked up at him. “If it can make my dad come to his senses, I’ll do it. And… I don’t want Michella sticking to him all the time.”Suddenly, Elmy straightened up. “She didn’t flirt with you today, did she? The way she dressed—she looked like a stripper,” she muttered, tugging on the tie still hanging around Zayne’s neck.A chuckle slipped from his lips, amused by how aggressive she was getting. “She just talked to me, but I didn’t really respond.”“What did she talk about?”“Nothing important,” Zayne answered casually. He didn’t want to bring up his conversation with Michella. For Elmy, it might be a sensitive topic. Especially since they still hadn’t been able to have a child—it would only hurt her.Zayne tried to pull Elmy back against him, but she refused. She got off his lap.

“Are you going to follow Michella again today?” Zayne asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind.Elmy turned her head, just enough to return his kiss. “I’m going to see my mom.”“To talk about the restaurant?”“Yeah. And maybe enjoy watching that woman’s little act again,” Elmy said casually.A quiet chuckle escaped Zayne. He pressed a brief kiss to her shoulder. “How do you even know she’s going to your house?”At that, Elmy turned around to face him, smiling wide as she whispered, “Everyone in that house is on my side.”“So?”“I told them to keep an eye on Michella,” Elmy admitted, looking rather proud.Zayne pinched her nose. “Turns out you’re pretty cunning.”“She’s cunning. I can be worse.”“So who told you? Gianna?”“Lyra texted me last night. She overheard Michella talking in the living room,” Elmy explained. She leaned in and kissed him again. “I’m thinking of giving them all a raise. As appreciation.”“I’m the one paying them, sweetheart.”“Oh…”“What kind of reaction i

“I already know the company is in trouble, Zayne.” Isabella looked up at him. He stood across from her, hands tucked into his pockets. The sting in his scraped knuckles still lingered.“Why didn’t you tell me?” Elmy asked. There was disappointment in her voice, but Isabella didn’t seem to care.Gianna quickly prepared some medicine, while Lyra brought drinks for them.“I only just found out myself, from one of your father’s old acquaintances,” Isabella explained, holding out her hand as Gianna carefully treated the wounds. The purplish bruises were clearly visible against her pale skin. But she didn’t even flinch. Her face remained calm—as if all her emotions had already burned out, leaving behind nothing but a cold emptiness.Could it be… Isabella already knew about Vincent and Michella?Zayne parted his lips, wanting to say something, but when he glanced at Elmy, he held himself back. His wife’s cheek was bruised. Just looking at it made his blood boil. If Vincent weren’t his father

“Surprised, huh?” Elmy asked, right in front of Michella’s flushed face. A faint smile curved on her lips—subtle, but enough to make the woman in front of her take a step back. “Or are you starting to get scared?”“W-who’s scared?” Michella shot back. She forced a wide smile—one that looked flat, even awkward. “What do you even know about me? Stop making things up.”Elmy didn’t respond. She simply stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest as she threw Michella an innocent-looking grin. Michella’s expression darkened before she turned around and walked away without another word.Elmy’s gaze shifted to Vincent, who was now staring back at her from a distance. Their relationship had grown strained since that argument. No apology had ever come from him—not even the slightest effort to visit Isabella.Was he really her father? Elmy wasn’t so sure anymore.“What did you say to her? She looked like she’d seen a ghost,” Zayne asked, suddenly