Semua Bab Betrayed By The Billionaire: Bab 281 - Bab 290

The interior of the SUV was thick with a suffocating silence as Chloe Bishop stared out the window, her expression dark and unreadable. When Jane Bishop leaned over to ask what was wrong, Chloe simply shook her head. Some horrors, like the betrayal she had just witnessed on the West Side balcony, were too heavy to put into words while her grandparents were within earshot.They didn't have to wait long. Master Marcus Sr. and the elder Mrs. Bishop were efficient, emerging from their home in simple, agile attire suited for a day of "spiritual investigation." To Chloe’s silent chagrin, Tiffany insisted on tagging along, her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and social ambition. Aunt Sarah had tried to force her way into the car as well, but Uncle James had uncharacteristically snapped at her, grounding her for the day. He knew this wasn't a social call; her presence would only invite disaster.Throughout the drive, Chloe’s mind was a battlefield. If Arthur Vance truly divorced Sarah,

Vince’s resolve wavered for a final time. He thought of the "Demon CEO’s" terrifying temper, but then his mind flashed back to Chloe Bishop’s state two days ago—her vacant eyes, the way she had trembled as if her soul had been fractured. Ultimately, he inclined his head."Very well, Madam."In truth, Vince had his own reasons for consenting. For months, the lower levels had been plagued by phantom sounds—metallic scrapes and low, guttural vibrations that defied explanation. If the Healers could find a logical cause, perhaps the estate could finally know peace.Before descending, Chloe knelt before Liam Jr. She took the protective ward—a small, silk-wrapped charm—from her neck and placed it in the boy’s small hand. "Liam, this is very important to me. Can you keep it safe in your room until I come back?"She wasn't taking any risks. Whether the "unclean" energy was a psychological remnant of the dungeon or something more tangible, she refused to let the child near it. Liam Jr. nodded s

Vince stood by the massive iron gates of the estate, his eyes filled with genuine anxiety as he looked at Chloe Bishop’s limp form. "Madam Bishop," he stammered, addressing the grandmother. "What exactly has happened to the Young Mistress? Is she... is she truly ill?"Old Mrs. Bishop’s expression was granite-hard, her usual warmth replaced by a clinical gravity. "Chloe has suffered a severe spiritual and physical shock. I am taking her back to our home immediately. She will not be staying at the Grayson Estate for the next few days."She paused, locking eyes with Vince and Mrs. Gable. "This matter can no longer be handled in the shadows. You must inform Xavier Grayson of everything that transpired here. Tell him he needs to make a choice—and quickly. Otherwise, we will never allow Chloe to step foot in this house again."Vince shivered. The implication was clear: the "Divine Healers" believed there was something genuinely "unclean" lurking beneath the floorboards of the Grayson legacy

After ending the call with Dr. Julian Vance, Xavier Grayson leaned back against the plush leather of the Rolls-Royce. A rare, languid ease settled over his features; the cold, tectonic lines of his face had softened into something almost approachable. He was a man savoring a victory he hadn't yet fully claimed, his thoughts lingering on the defiant, beautiful woman waiting for him at the estate."The Master has returned!"The word rippled through the security detail. Vince received the alert from the gatehouse and immediately marshaled the staff. Despite the "haunted" rumors and the yellow talisman still stuck to the basement door, the presence of the "Demon CEO" demanded absolute discipline.Moments later, the car pulled into the sweeping driveway. Xavier’s long, tailored legs emerged first, followed by that impeccable, lethal visage. He radiated a natural, crushing authority that made the surrounding staff feel instinctively small.Vince hurried forward, his voice tight. "Master..."

Chloe Bishop offered her mother a small, cold smile of reassurance. "Don't worry, Mom. Now that we know it’s a person playing God with my head, the game changes entirely."The clues from Master Marcus Sr. had crystallized her resolve. If the "thing" cast a shadow and possessed the strength to strike a blow, then it was flesh and blood—and flesh and blood could be hunted. She would return to the Grayson Estate, pull the "mole" out by the roots, and prove her sanity to Xavier Grayson once and for all.A sharp knock interrupted them, and Aunt Sarah bustled into the room, her face a mask of practiced concern. "Chloe! I heard you fainted. Are you alright, dear?" Tiffany trailed behind her, her expression unreadable.Aunt Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to grasp Chloe’s hand with a cloying familiarity. "Tiffany told me everything. Someone in that Grayson house is truly wicked to play such tricks on you. What a sin!"Chloe felt a flare of discomfort and pulled her hand away, h