All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Nicholas Taylor’s attitude pushed Nora completely over the edge. Her mind went blank, and a surge of uncontrollable fury flooded out like a broken dam.She shot to her feet, grabbed the half-eaten cake off the table, and hurled it at him with all her might.He never expected her to do such a thing. Caught completely off guard, the cake hit him square in the chest — cream splattered all over his suit, a mess at his feet.Glaring at the mess on his clothes, he exploded. "Nora — are you out of your damn mind?"She pointed at him, her voice shaking with rage. "Why don't you ask yourself what you've been doing out there?"His face darkened. "Did Chloe Bishop come crying to you? Did she play the victim, pretending she was bullied and wronged? After what she did tonight, she has the nerve to complain?"Chloe Bishop had hit two people tonight — and she had the audacity to cry foul? Wasn't their family chaotic enough?Nora laughed coldly, her eyes full of disappointment. "Chloe didn't call me.

Was it just her imagination?Her mother's voice sounded both excited and... slightly coy?Madam Bishop cleared her throat and mimicked Xavier Grayson's tone from last night. "Mr. Taylor, you certainly have a flair for the dramatic—intervening in a women's quarrel. You've truly broadened my horizons.""Mr. Taylor, my woman is none of your concern. If she hit someone, it's because that person deserved it."To be fair, Madam Bishop's imitation was spot-on, and it was clear she was thoroughly enjoying herself. "Tsk, tsk. Listen to that. If your father had even half that man's assertiveness back then, he wouldn't have chased me for so long."Chloe Bishop said nothing.She could appreciate her mother's excitement, but lying alone in that hospital bed, she simply couldn't bring herself to laugh.If she weren't so utterly alone right now, she might have felt the same thrill as her mother—because Xavier Grayson had indeed been magnificent last night.That dismissive laugh he'd thrown at Nichola

Chloe Bishop decided to hear what sort of "joke" he'd try next.Taking her silence as agreement, Dr. Jones pressed on. "A woman as beautiful as you, Miss Bishop, deserves to be coddled and cherished like a princess—bags, clothes, anything you want, no price tag too high."Chloe Bishop asked, "Doctors make that much money these days?"Dr. Jones puffed up with confidence, letting his fingers tap boldly against her back. "You probably don't know this, Miss Bishop, but I'm a local. My family owns several buildings and shops. We pull in over a hundred thousand a month just from rent. Plus, there's the annual dividends. Practicing medicine is just a personal hobby. And I'll have you know—I'm up for department head very soon."Chloe Bishop raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Then if you don't mind my asking, Dr. Jones—what car do you drive? How many digits in your bank account? And how many properties are in your name?"Dr. Jones sneered inwardly. Same as all women—shallow and materialistic. "I d

Nora Fatehi dragged the male doctor by his collar all the way to the elevator bank. The doctor shouted and cursed, and the nurses who passed by gasped and tried to intervene—only to be shoved aside one by one.Behind them, Gwen Grayson swaggered along, still on the phone.These women really had no sense of boundaries.The only reason they could act so high and mighty in a hospital was because they were riding on their families' influence, wasn't it?Nadia's expression cooled. She quickly withdrew into the treatment room, pulled out her phone, and started recording—capturing every bit of Nora Fatehi and Gwen Grayson's outrageous behavior.Back in the ward, Chloe Bishop stared at the beads of blood seeping from the back of her hand, feeling a wave of dizziness. She took a moment to steady herself, then changed into the clothes Gwen Grayson had brought.Soon after, she spotted Nadia outside in the hallway.By now, Nora Fatehi and the others had already gotten into the elevator. Nadia step

"Chloe, come here." Nora Fatehi had spotted her.Chloe Bishop walked over and stopped beside her friend.Nick Jones looked at her now—dressed in an elegant gown, exuding a cool, untouchable poise—and silently cursed himself for being so blind. He dropped his head and muttered, "I'm sorry."Chloe Bishop frowned. "Louder. I couldn't hear you."Nick Jones raised his voice. "I said I'm sorry. I was blind and stupid."Chloe Bishop regarded him coldly. "Let me tell you something—consider yourself lucky you ran into the version of me you see today. Two years ago, your hand would've been broken."Nick Jones looked at the two beautiful, icy women before him, and a flicker of genuine fear crept into his heart. He knew he'd crossed the wrong people.Then Chloe Bishop added, "Listen carefully—if you even think about using this incident to stir up trouble, I guarantee you won't last a single day in New York City. Now get lost."Nick Jones shook his head frantically. "Don't worry. This ends here."H