All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"He must be angry about something else."That was Felix's silent conclusion. He was a sharp man; despite being Xavier’s trusted right-hand, he knew better than to utter a single word about things that weren't his business.He offered a slight, respectful bow, opened the itinerary, and spoke with clinical efficiency. "Boss, all arrangements for receiving the Han-Sin Group couple tomorrow have been finalized. Tonight at 7:00 PM, there is a social engagement at—""Cancel it."Xavier interrupted without even lifting his gaze."Understood," Felix replied smoothly. "At 9:00 PM, there is a charity auction—""I said cancel them all."Xavier’s voice turned even colder, his displeased gaze finally snapping up to lock onto Felix’s face. To anyone else, that single look would have been enough to induce trembling and mental chaos.But Felix was one of the few people who truly understood the beast. His brow merely twitched as he snapped the itinerary shut. "I'll make the calls immediately."Xavier’

Chloe yielded. If this was the absolute submission he demanded, she would play the part. She would beg, because the alternative—the collapse of the Bishop legacy—was a price she couldn't let her father pay."He left with the young master," Butler White said, shaking his head slowly. "I don't have their location. You might try calling him."Chloe pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling. The result was predictable: the call didn't even ring. He had blacklisted her number. Chloe’s face went from flushed to a deathly, brittle white.In the end, the iron gates of the Grayson estate clicked shut, leaving Chloe standing on the curb with her lonely suitcases.The sun had dipped below the horizon, and the streetlights flickered on, casting long, mournful shadows across the pavement. The glow didn't offer warmth; it only highlighted how isolated she was. She looked at the stretching road, a sense of profound lostness washing over her.She wanted to go home—to the safety of her father’s hous

The photo Lyra sent was a digital dagger. In the image, Chloe Bishop was crouched on the curb outside the massive iron gates of the Grayson estate, a lone suitcase standing like a tombstone beside her. The gates behind her were barred shut, cold and final.Someone from the neighborhood must have snapped it. Now, it was spreading through the city’s elite group chats like a wildfire. In High Society, grace is a currency, and Chloe’s account was currently overdrawn."Chloe, what did you do?" Lyra’s message blinked on the screen. "Xavier actually threw you out? Every woman in the city is sharpening their claws right now. Your family’s lifeblood is in his hands—don't be impulsive like you used to be."Lyra knew the old Chloe—the girl who refused to let herself be wronged. But she didn't know how much Chloe had changed. In front of Xavier, she had been nothing but humble. She had only followed his lead: if he thought she had a "hidden agenda," then separate rooms seemed like the logical sol

Xavier’s words were a clinical execution of Bella’s dignity. He hadn't just dismissed her; he had expressed a level of visceral loathing that left the room breathless.Bella’s face shifted from pale to a sickly green, her lips trembling, but she didn't dare utter another syllable. Felix hurriedly guided her to an obscure corner of the suite, far from Xavier’s line of sight.Desperate to smooth things over, Felix doubled back and poured himself a fresh glass. He looked at Xavier with a mix of loyalty and anxiety. "Xavier, Bella... she’s just not great with words. I’ll drink this one for her, as an apology."Felix genuinely cared for Bella, and he knew that for her to ever have a prayer of entering the Grayson family circle, Xavier’s approval was the only currency that mattered.Xavier clearly detested Bella’s performative fragility, but he held no grudge against Felix. As his cousin downed the wine, Xavier reached out his long, elegant fingers toward his own glass.But instead of the c

"Whosever wife she is, he's the one who throws her out."Heh, how interesting.Even Victor Vance couldn't help but admire Chloe’s grit and strategic wit. Any other woman in her position would have been reduced to a puddle of tears by now, either from humiliation or pure terror at Xavier’s glacial fury.Yet Chloe, regardless of how dark Xavier’s face became or how vitriolic his words grew, treated him like a man throwing a temporary tantrum. She coaxed, she nudged, and she endured. It occurred to Victor that Lyra and Chloe were best friends—why hadn't Lyra picked up even a fraction of Chloe’s calculated composure?Beside her, Xavier’s eyes were smoldering with a lethal, bone-chilling intensity. Sensing the mercury had hit the breaking point, Chloe finally released his arm. She smartly de-escalated the moment by standing up. "I'm going to the restroom."Chloe hadn't been in the restroom for more than a minute when the door swung open and a group of women filed in.Through the stall door