All Chapters of Flash Married to a Hidden Tycoon: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Christine felt heartbroken, hopeless—her dignity ground into the dirt.She had poured her heart out to Tiesto, yet never earned even a second glance from him.And now, barely married, he was already so intimate with another woman!“Tiesto!” Christine called out in a coquettish tone as she walked toward him.Tiesto set down his phone. A cold severity settled over his handsome face.“Who let you in?”“I heard you got married. I came to see for myself. They’re lying to me, right?”She clung to her last shred of hope.“I am married,” he said evenly. “So to avoid any misunderstandings for my wife, I’d appreciate it if you don’t come here again.”“Tiesto Sterling!” Her pride shattered. She grabbed the coffee on his desk, raising it as if to splash it on him.But facing him, she hesitated.His gaze turned icy.She didn’t dare.“Assistant Javi,” Tiesto said coolly, “bring me a cup of boiling water.”Javi quickly returned with a steaming cup.Both he and Christine understood perfectly—if she d

On the other side, Kiana hurried over with documents. “Ella, can we leave?”“Let’s go.”Ella grabbed her bag and stood.Her phone rang.Tiesto again.His voice carried a faint trace of alcohol. “Ella… what time will you be home tonight?”He stared at the unmoving delivery status and rubbed his temple.Had the morning already been delayed—was tonight going to fall through as well?“Before ten?” she asked softly. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing. Just asking. Interview going well?”“Tiesto, what’s going on with you?”“It’s nothing. Don’t worry.”Something felt off.“Ella, is something wrong?” Kiana asked.Ella couldn’t shake the feeling.After a moment’s thought, she called Javi.She was too uneasy.Javi answered in a hushed voice, “I’m not entirely sure what’s wrong with Mr. Sterling… Maybe… Maybe… he had a bit too much at the reception?” Javi guessed.“Too much to drink?” Ella immediately felt her worry spike.She remembered how Grandma Sterling had repeatedly warned that if Tiesto got drunk,

Christine was applying a facial mask.Her assistant came in and whispered the matter in her ear.“Ella actually has this kind of background?” Christine said.“Khaled did call her Great-aunt in public. She’s probably his relative.”“Hmph. What is Khaled to me?” Christine didn’t take him seriously.A producer might be someone else’s boss, but not hers.The assistant advised gently, “Khaled is someone Young Master Pratt values. There’s no need to upset Young Master Pratt over Ella.”“Obviously. Who does Ella think she is, worth me quarreling with my big brother over her? Forget it—I won’t stoop to her level.”The assistant breathed a sigh of relief.But Christine added lazily, “As long as she doesn’t prance around in front of me and provoke me. Otherwise…”…After finishing her work, it was still early.Normally, staff would have asked Ella to help with this and that.As long as it wasn’t excessive, she usually lent a hand.Today, not only did no one ask her to do anything, she received

Madam Pratt caught up to her daughter.Christine was venting her anger at the flowerbeds, yanking blossoms off and tossing them everywhere.“Christine!” Madam Pratt snapped sharply. “I’ve truly spoiled you all these years!”Only then did Christine stop.“Our Pratt family was a scholarly household for generations. It wasn’t until your great-grandfather’s time that we entered business. How have your father and I raised you? First, respect intellectuals. Second, act with courtesy and restraint. Never make enemies recklessly outside. And what have you been doing?”Madam Pratt was genuinely angry—her words came fast and sharp.“But I already got slapped…” Christine muttered, her voice low.Seeing the redness and swelling on her daughter’s cheek, Madam Pratt couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache.She softened her tone. “You were punished because you were wrong first. If you conduct yourself properly in the future, this won’t happen again. Study well under Professor Blackwell. The knowl

Christine snapped, “Orlando, you dare make me apologize? I’ll call Mom and Dad right now!”“Make a mistake, give an apology,” Orlando replied calmly.Christine: “…”Seeing that he wasn’t budging, she suddenly held her forehead. “Tina… I feel dizzy…”Tina quickly said, “Mr. Orlando, Christine might not be feeling well. I’ll take her to rest.”“Go,” Orlando nodded.Ella let out a cold laugh. “So escaping responsibility is that simple.”Daniel squeezed her hand. “It’s fine. You stood up for me—that’s enough.”“You’re my brother. Of course I’ll stand up for you! Besides, you were innocent. The one in the wrong was someone else.”Daniel looked at her fondly.An unpleasant feeling surged in Orlando’s chest.He turned to leave.“Young Master Pratt, leaving already?” Ella called after him.He turned back, his gaze falling coldly on their clasped hands.“What else? Stay and watch your sibling affection?” he said impatiently.Just then someone came looking for him, and he strode off.“Hey, you—