All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

Blueberry’s frantic cries acted like a beacon, drawing the sharp gazes of Joy Zhao and the rest of the group. They moved in unison toward the sound, their predatory curiosity piqued by the sight of Blueberry’s public breakdown. After all, they had arrived together—it would be a social faux pas to leave her weeping in the dirt without finding out why.Chloe Bishop felt a cold dread sink into her stomach. She hadn’t expected the night to spiral into such a public spectacle.In the center of the track's blinding floodlights, Blueberry was a wreck. She clutched Xavier Grayson’s sleeve with a death grip, her heart-wrenching sobs echoing off the asphalt. "Xavier, please! Just let me hold him. I haven't seen him properly in over six months!"Xavier was forced to stop. He stood like a statue, his face a mask of cold indifference as he stared down at her. His voice was a sub-zero warning. "Blueberry, have you forgotten the promise you made me?"Blueberry looked up at Liam Jr., who was huddled

The return to the Grayson Manor was far from the peaceful retreat Chloe Bishop had hoped for. The air in the hallway was thick with the jagged remnants of Liam Jr.’s trauma, leaving Chloe standing before a locked door, a silent witness to the internal war of the Grayson heirs.Back at the Manor, Xavier Grayson had carried a thrashing Liam Jr. straight into his bedroom, slamming the door shut. Chloe was left in the hallway, barred from entry.Soon, the sound of shattering porcelain and heavy objects hitting the floor echoed through the wood. Chloe’s heart ached for the boy, but her repeated knocks went unanswered. Resigned, she retreated to the kitchen to brew a cooling herbal tonic—something to soothe the literal and metaphorical fires burning in the house.An hour passed before Xavier finally emerged. He looked as though he had aged years in sixty minutes, his broad shoulders slumped under the weight of a bone-deep exhaustion."How is he?" Chloe asked, stepping forward immediately.X

The tension in the Ancestral Mansion had reached a fever pitch, but it wasn't the cold, professional divorce negotiation Chloe Bishop had expected. Instead, it was a psychological battlefield where the weapons were old grievances and shocking intimate revelations.An Lan’s charm was an elemental force, something that radiated from within rather than relying on artifice. Even now, dressed in a simple white T-shirt, jeans, and white sneakers with minimal makeup, she looked like a woman who could command a room with a single glance. Her casual attire was a direct affront to the stiff, formal atmosphere of the Grayson clan.Every member of the Grayson family was present, their faces dark with undisguised contempt for the woman who had returned after decades. Only Xavier Sr. remained unreadable, a silent statue at the head of the table."Xavier, Chloe, you’re here. Come, sit." Old Mrs. Grayson waved them over, her voice the only note of civility in the room.An Lan’s gaze shifted toward th

The atmosphere in the Ancestral Mansion had shifted from toxic family drama to a lethal game of chess. As Xavier Sr. revealed the names of his enemies, the past began to bleed into the present, threatening to consume the current generation of the Grayson and Bishop families."Julian Thorne Sr., Donovan Tang Sr., Charles Bishop."An Lan counted the names off one by one, her voice a strained rasp as Xavier Sr.’s grip tightened on her throat. A mocking smile never left her lips. "What’s the matter? Too many enemies? Do you feel like every one of them had a reason to bury you?"Xavier Sr.’s eyes narrowed into dangerous, predatory slits. "And why exactly I was at odds with them... you know that better than anyone, don't you?"An Lan reached up, her fingers curling around his neck in a macabre embrace, her breath ghosting against his ear. "You killed Julian Thorne’s brother. You blocked Donovan Tang’s father's promotion. You hijacked Charles Bishop’s biggest overseas deal. Every single one

The atmosphere in the Grayson Manor had turned from freezing to volatile. As Chloe Bishop stood in the wreckage of the dinner she had painstakingly prepared, she realized that the "Demon CEO" was no longer just retreating into ice—he was beginning to burn with a self-destructive rage.Chloe desperately wanted to offer Xavier Grayson words of comfort, but looking at his rigid silhouette, she knew they would be hollow. He wasn't in a state to hear sympathy; he was in a state of war with his own identity. "Eat something," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I’m leaving now."She left the tray and retreated to her bedroom. The bed felt vast and cold. Sleep was an impossibility. Her mind kept looping back to the Matriarch’s cold gaze and the silver needles used to draw Xavier’s blood.Restless, she checked on Liam Jr. The boy was a peaceful contrast to the chaos of the house, his breathing steady and innocent. But as she looked at him, she thought of Blueberry sleeping just down the hall.