All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

The second attempt was met with a cold "Redo it." By the third failure, Julian let out a sigh that cut deeper than a direct insult. "A piece of rotten wood cannot be carved."Sarah’s face darkened to a dangerous shade of crimson. "I’m done. No more."Julian didn't argue. He simply leaned against the counter and stared at her—a steady, unblinking gaze that lasted two full minutes. It was a silent battle of wills, and for the first time in years, Sarah was the one to blink. She turned back to the counter, jaw tight.She pulled the last three eggs from the refrigerator.Maddy sidled up to her, whispering up at her mother, "Mommy, I can't believe you haven't yelled at the handsome uncle yet."Sarah gritted her teeth. "That’s because your mother has an angelic temperament!"What goes around comes around, she thought bitterly. I’m just paying off a decade-old debt. I’ll endure him... for today.Maddy giggled. "Go Mommy! I believe in you."Sarah: "......""Mommy," Maddy continued, her voice

Arthur’s mind drifted back to the night he "saved" Yvonne. He had found her battered and bruised after a near-assault, yet she had fought back with a ferocity that stunned him. She had looked at him through swollen eyes and confessed that she would rather die than let another man touch her, because her heart had belonged to him since they were teenagers.That moment had shattered Arthur’s defenses. To think that while he was married to the "cold and untouchable" Sarah Vance, there was a woman who had spent years silently, selflessly loving him from the shadows—even after he had once humiliated her. To Arthur, this love was precious and fresh. It was a worshipful devotion he had never felt from Sarah, who always treated him as an equal rather than a king."Come with me," Arthur said, his voice dropping into a protective, possessive register as he squeezed Yvonne’s hand."Where are we going?" Yvonne asked, her voice trembling with perfectly executed anticipation.Arthur offered a rare,

Yvonne’s voice was loud enough for Arthur Vance to hear from the hallway—soft, concerned, and saintly. But as she leaned in close to Sarah, her expression twisted into a triumphant sneer."Your father actually got down on his knees for Arthur," Yvonne whispered, her eyes dancing with malice. "But Arthur didn't even blink. He left him fainting on the sidewalk. If I hadn't begged him to help, Arthur would have left him there to die. Sarah, you really are nothing now."Sarah had long ago cauterized her feelings for Arthur. Without expectation, there was no disappointment. She met Yvonne’s gaze with a chillingly calm smile. "Why don't you say those words loud enough for Arthur to hear? You keep comparing yourself to me because, deep down, you know you’ll never measure up.""I won't measure up to you?" Yvonne scoffed, her voice trembling with sudden insecurity."Even if the Vance family goes bankrupt, I have my own skills and a circle of loyal, wealthy friends," Sarah continued, her voice

Chloe studied Xavier Grayson’s profile, carefully choosing her next words. "Why is Blueberry joining the racing team? What is the real reason?"Xavier didn't treat the question like a state secret. "She wants to be the face of Grayson Tech’s flagship smartphone line," he said flatly. "I told her: secure a top-three finish in the Grand Prix, and the endorsement is hers."Grayson Tech’s mobile brand was a titan in the domestic market—beloved by the youth, boasting both elite reputation and staggering sales. If Blueberry secured that contract, her status would skyrocket from a mere starlet to an A-list icon.Chloe was genuinely stunned. "Why didn't you just say no?"Blueberry was skilled, but this was an international field. Making the finals was a feat of luck; breaking the top three was nearly impossible unless she had a miracle under her hood.Xavier was clearly using the "impossible goal" tactic to make her retreat, yet Blueberry had shown unexpected grit by actually passing the team

Old Mrs. Grayson sat beside Chloe Bishop, her focus shifting to Sienna. "What requirements do your parents have for the wedding?" she asked, her voice calm but investigative.Sienna offered a practiced, humble smile. "None, Grandmother." She knew the Grayson family’s status; they wouldn't dare under-deliver.The Old lady nodded. "We will find time to visit your home soon. Since you’re carrying a child, we need to expedite the ceremony."Sienna is pregnant? Chloe’s eyes widened slightly. This explained the sudden hospitality. In a family obsessed with legacy, Sienna had secured the ultimate bargaining chip.The Old lady signaled a maid, who brought forward a thick, crimson envelope on a silver tray. "It’s our tradition for the first meeting. Take it, and may you and Julian live in harmony.""Thank you, Grandmother," Sienna murmured, accepting the gift.Chloe watched Sienna’s "shy" performance with a bit of internal whiplash. Having seen Sienna’s arrogance in the social circles of Haich