All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Hearing Bella’s tearful accusation, Felix’s expression darkened.He finally understood why his cousin had thrown her out. To think the "First Socialite" of the city was actually this malicious and unhinged—it made him wonder how his grandmother could have praised her so highly.Giselle Zhao also looked at Chloe with visible disapproval, her delicate features pinched. "Miss Bishop, why would you stoop to this?"The room collectively bristled with indignation. Yet Chloe sat there, seemingly unfazed. She offered a light, careless smile and let out a statement that was pure, unfiltered arrogance: "They practically begged for a lesson. Who am I to deny them?"In other words: They were asking for it, and they deserved it.Giselle’s eyes snapped with a cold light. "Miss Bishop, please watch your words."Before Chloe could strike back, Bella let out a sob of tragic resignation. "Forget it, Giselle. I just want to go home. Please, take me home.""Apologize."Felix finally spoke, his voice trem

What was Xavier hinting at?The realization washed over Chloe like a sudden wave of warmth. Her intuition had been right all along—the "eviction" wasn't a final goodbye; it was a brutal, cold-blooded lesson. He had wanted to break her pride, to make her remember who held the reins, and to ensure she understood the cost of a "glass heart" in his world.Xavier wasn't the type to offer a verbal confirmation, but the silence between them in the elevator was no longer freezing—it was expectant.Chloe’s eyes lit up, her spirits soaring. "Xavier, are you hungry? I’ll make you some noodles when we get home."Xavier’s heart gave an involuntary, microscopic thud at the genuine sweetness in her voice. He looked away, his voice as detached as ever. "Whatever."Chloe’s smile widened. She was back.Butler White stood at the entrance of the Grayson estate, watching the scene with a bewildered expression. The very same suitcases he had personally deposited on the curb hours ago were now being carried

The moment those words left her lips, Chloe Bishop felt a wave of immediate, crushing regret. She had dared to suggest a future that involved a child of their own, and the silence that followed was heavy with a cold, predatory tension.Xavier Grayson’s body stiffened visibly. His initial coldness transformed into a towering, obsidian rage. He leaned across the desk, his eyes boring into hers with a lethal intensity. "A child, Chloe?" he hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous octave. "Are you looking for a permanent anchor to secure your position in the Grayson family? Do you think a baby is your ultimate bargaining chip?"The accusation hung in the air like a physical blow. Was he right? Part of her motivation was indeed the desperate need for stability to protect her father’s legacy, but another part of her—the part that watched him with Liam Jr.—had felt a flicker of genuine hope. Facing Xavier’s soul-piercing gaze, Chloe found she couldn't offer a defense. The impurity of her ow

The heavy silence of the room was broken once again by the sharp trill of the phone. This time, a string of unfamiliar digits flickered on the screen.Chloe let it ring for several seconds, her heart hammering against her ribs, before she finally pressed the icon. "Hello?""It’s me."The voice on the other end was like a ghost reaching out from a shallow grave. It was Liam Martin.In that instant, Chloe felt her entire body seize up. Her muscles turned to stone, and her throat constricted so tightly that she couldn't find her voice. His tone—gentle, warm, and achingly familiar—dragged her back to the humiliation of that wedding day. It had been less than a month, yet hearing him made that public abandonment feel like an ancient, jagged memory from another life.At that moment, Liam was standing on the 68th floor of a glass skyscraper, overlooking the glittering sprawl of the city below. "Chloe," he said softly, his voice echoing with a清贵 (noble) elegance. "The Hans are in town. They’v

The collective gaze of the room shifted instantly toward the doorway, and Chloe’s voice died in her throat. The moment she saw Xavier’s tall, imposing figure, her body went rigid, and she stood up as if propelled by a spring.Beside her, Liam Martin watched her reaction, a flash of agonizing pain crossing his features. Is she truly this desperate to stay away from me now? Even through her expertly applied makeup, Chloe’s face turned a deathly shade of ashen white. Liam traced the path of her trembling gaze and found himself staring at Xavier Grayson. The man entered the room like a sovereign returning to his court—noble, cold, and radiating the effortless, lazy authority of a true power player.Xavier? Why is he here?Liam’s expression shifted from warmth to a razor-sharp frost. His scholarly aura vanished, replaced by a defensive edge as his eyes snapped back to Chloe’s face. The realization hit him like a physical blow: she hadn't agreed to this dinner for old times' sake or for the