All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Tim pointed at the bed that looked like an operating table.Chloe Bishop frowned slightly, then walked over and lay down.Tim pulled on gloves, picked up a penlight, and came closer. "Open your mouth."Chloe Bishop did as told.A moment later, he tossed aside the swab. "Your throat's a bit inflamed. Hold this."He shoved a thermometer into her mouth and asked, "How many days have you had the fever? What were the initial symptoms? What color is your urine?"With the thermometer in her mouth, Chloe Bishop felt a flock of crows fly across her forehead. If this man weren't so stern and professional-looking, she'd swear he was messing with her on purpose."I asked you a question."When she didn't respond, Tim reached over and pulled the thermometer out of her mouth.Chloe Bishop stared straight at him. "Three days. No cough, no runny nose. Just full-body aches and exhaustion."Tim nodded and stuck the thermometer back in her mouth.This time, a herd of alpacas stampeded through her head.Sh

Nora Fatehi's face turned pale. After a long pause, she spoke, her voice hoarse. "So you think I embarrassed you? Or are you just annoyed that you have to clean up my mess again? Let me make this clear, Nicholas Taylor—from now on, stay out of my business. I'll handle my own affairs. Your reputation and your company's stock price won't be affected. You can rest assured."With that, she hung up.Chloe Bishop opened her phone. Her group chats were flooded with videos of their "scene" at the hospital. "The video of us at the hospital just now—someone filmed it and put it online. The comments are brutal. Our backgrounds have been dug up."She stared at the footage, her expression darkening.There was no context—just a clip of Nora Fatehi grabbing Nick Jones by the collar and shoving nurses aside. That alone was enough to ignite public outrage.And on top of that, two misleading lines of text were superimposed over the video: "New York City's Top Socialite Causes Chaos at Hospital—Heiress A

She slammed her foot on the accelerator, and the car shot toward the Racetrack like a bullet.For a long while, dust and debris billowed across the track. The staff stared wide-eyed at the two incredibly cool women behind the wheels of their race cars, unable to help giving them thumbs-up.Ken Marsh and Gary were completely mesmerized. This was world-class driving!Jun and Lan looked like they were about to cry. Did modern women even leave any dignity for men? They were seriously starting to wonder if staying at Austin had been a huge mistake.With Chloe Bishop around, could they ever hold their heads up again?Chloe Bishop pulled over after about a dozen laps. But Nora Fatehi only drove harder and faster.Chloe Bishop understood—Nora Fatehi needed to let it all out. It was rare for her to take a break from Joy. Today, she deserved to vent freely.Nora Fatehi couldn't remember the last time she'd touched a race car. After having her child, she'd given up all the things she loved and de

But this time, Chloe Bishop knew exactly how to defuse his anger. She pouted, her lips soft and glistening with grievance. "It wasn't my fault. I was minding my own business in the hospital, and that doctor got fresh with me—he tried to keep me as his mistress." Her unspoken message was clear: If you hadn't left me alone in that hospital bed last night, would anyone have dared to treat me that way? Xavier Grayson raised an eyebrow. "So it's my fault, then?" Leaving such a beautiful wife alone in a hospital, letting others covet her—if that's not your fault, whose is it? But after nearly getting kicked out last time, Chloe Bishop knew better than to say that out loud. She bit her lip, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. "He touched my hand. He touched my back. Do you have any idea how scared I was? If Nora Fatehi and Gwen Grayson hadn't shown up in time, what was I supposed to do? Didn't he deserve to be taught a lesson? I was taken advantage of, and you're still yelling at m

He was only four years old. What on earth had he been through?A hoarse, guttural roar tore from Adrian Grayson's throat—dry and grating, like a rusted harmonica.Chloe Bishop rushed forward and wrapped her arms around his thin, trembling body. "Adrian, look at me. It's okay. It's all over now. It's all in the past. No one will ever hurt you again—"But Adrian Grayson couldn't hear her. He struggled with all his might, grabbing the drawing board and slamming it to the floor, then stomping on it furiously.His usually adorable little face was flushed crimson, veins bulging on his forehead. He looked like a feral, rampaging beast, his small claws clawing desperately at Chloe Bishop's arms.Sharp pains shot through her arms—but she was terrified he'd hurt himself, so she refused to let go. She tried desperately to pull him back to reason. "Adrian, look at me. Do you remember what you promised me?"It was no use. Adrian Grayson even grabbed her hand and bit down—hard—with all the strength