Semua Bab Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire: Bab 181 - Bab 190

“How do I look?” Zayne asked, standing in front of Mr. Tiano.If it were Gion, with his big mouth, he would’ve already made a blunt comment about Zayne’s appearance. But Mr. Tiano was different. The middle-aged man simply nodded and gave a thumbs-up.No sarcastic remarks like: your tie doesn’t match, why is your suit wrinkled, didn’t you comb your hair?—none of that.Maybe Zayne’s ears would be safe now, but honestly… he kind of missed Gion. That guy was probably off enjoying himself with some sexy women in Hawaii.Maybe.Or maybe not.Forget about Gion.Zayne grabbed his briefcase and walked out of the lobby with Mr. Tiano. His important meeting with top executives was being held at a five-star hotel. He kept adjusting his suit over and over again before getting into the car with Mr. Tiano.He exhaled repeatedly, but it did nothing to ease the weight sitting in his chest. This kind of situation was nothing new to him, yet for some reason, he didn’t feel as calm as usual today.“What

“Where are you going?” Isabella asked.“I need to head out for a bit, Mom. If Zayne wakes up, please let me know,” Elmy said as she grabbed her car keys from the nightstand. Isabella let out a long sigh and simply let her go.Behind the wheel, Elmy’s emotions churned violently. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure yet whether Vincent was behind all of this. But considering everything that had happened between them, wasn’t he the most likely to do something this cruel?Her grip tightened around the steering wheel. With firm resolve, she started the engine and drove through the quiet streets toward the Jordyn residence. When she arrived, the staff greeted her, including Dean.“Where’s my dad?”“In his study,” Dean replied with a grim expression. “But you shouldn’t go in right now. They’re… in the middle of something. I don’t want you to be shocked.”“I’ve already seen what goes on between them, Dean,” Elmy replied, brushing past him. Dean didn’t stop her, nor did he try.Step by step, she climbe

“We’ll do our best to find the culprit. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Zayne. Good night, and sorry for taking your time,” the officer said, wrapping up the questioning.Zayne let out a quiet sigh of relief as he leaned his head back against the pillow. His gaze shifted to his wife, who sat stiffly on the sofa. She hadn’t said a single word the whole time.Honestly, Zayne was curious about what Elmy was hiding. The way she subtly avoided him was obvious, no matter how much she tried to deny it.He could feel that something was off with her. He just didn’t know what it was. Still, Zayne didn’t push her to confess.After the police left, Zayne patted the bed, asking Elmy to lie down beside him.“No. You’re sick. It wouldn’t be right for me to invade your bed.”“I think we need to talk, don’t we?” Zayne said. She froze. Again. The same reaction she had when Zayne told the police that things weren’t going well between him and his father-in-law.A flicker of suspicion rose in him. Thi

“What are you doing? Why would you give Vincent funding for his company?” Isabella snapped. Apparently, even his mother didn’t agree with Zayne’s decision. It might benefit the company—but definitely not Vincent.“Zayne, you’re being too naive!” Isabella’s voice rose. “Vincent isn’t someone you can save. He’ll drag you down with him.” She reached out, gently stroking the back of Zayne’s hand. “You don’t know what he’s really like,” she added.Elmy lowered her gaze, staring at the cold hospital tiles beneath her feet, but her mind was anything but quiet. Something about those words felt off—and she knew it. Still, she didn’t interrupt. She just kept listening.“If you don’t mind, you should cancel that partnership before you regret it,” Isabella advised.Zayne let out a long sigh. “Isabella, I understand how you feel. But… Vincent is still my father-in-law. It’s only right that I help him right now, regardless of what happened before.”“I’

Elmy’s hands trembled. Her heart pounded so fast it hurt. Her mind went blank, yet at the same time it was flooded with endless terrible possibilities.Dean touched her shoulder. “Miss, are you alright?”The phone slipped from Elmy’s hand and hit the floor. Isabella’s voice could still be heard from the call, calling out to her, but Elmy completely ignored it. Her thoughts were in chaos after the truth she had just discovered.So whose birth date was that?Which daughter was Isabella talking about in that photo?The questions haunted her, spinning endlessly in her head until she felt dizzy. Elmy grabbed onto Dean’s arm for support.“Elmy! Listen to me first,” Isabella said over the phone. “I can explain everything. Bring it all home,” she ordered.But Elmy stayed silent. Instead of gathering the files herself, she let Dean help her to a chair.With quick movements, Dean collected all the documents from the safe