Betrayed By The Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 461 - チャプター 470

The boardroom of the Bishop Group felt like a gladiator pit, but the weapons here weren't swords—they were ledgers, alliances, and a suffocating amount of audacity. Chloe Bishop sat at the head of the long mahogany table, her knuckles white as she fought the urge to let her rage boil over.Was Donovan Tang truly testing her, or was he setting her up for a fall? Chloe didn't have time to dwell on the "Iron Commander’s" motives. Her morning was a race against the clock. This was her first official morning meeting, and the stakes couldn't be higher.She knew Steve Zhou had visited Reginald Thorne’s home last night. The old foxes were undoubtedly coordinating a coup to drag her from the President's chair. She couldn't let them win.As she left after breakfast, her car was waiting. Her new bodyguard, Tom Wei, held the door open. A retired soldier who had earned her father’s absolute trust over the years, Tom was steady and capable. Chloe had reviewed his files and decided he was the first p

The shadow of the past has officially eclipsed the present. While Chloe Bishop is sharpening her blades to carve out a path for the Bishop Group, Sarah Vance realizes she is trapped in a seven-year-old promise she never intended to keep.Sarah looked down at the soft, sleeping bundle in her arms, her voice low but firm. "Thank you for today, but I don't want this to happen again.""It will happen again," Julian Thorne replied, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather.Sarah’s face darkened. "What exactly are you trying to do, Julian?""I told you that night at the Grand Imperial," he said, steering the car with a relaxed, predatory grace.That night? Sarah sifted through her hazy, alcohol-fueled memories of their recent encounter. She couldn't recall a single coherent sentence. "I forgot. Say it again."Julian raised an elegant eyebrow, a faint, mocking glint in his eyes. "Forgot? Then perhaps you should spend your time thinking about what you told me seven years ago in

The fall of the House of Blue was swifter and more brutal than anyone in the Bishop Group could have anticipated. As Chloe Bishop moved with cold, surgical efficiency, the "umbrella" that had protected the company’s vipers didn't just fold—it collapsed entirely."I didn't take those photos! It was your uncle’s mistress," Arthur Vance hissed, his face a sickly shade of grey. "She was sitting right there. Director Zheng has clearly misunderstood!"Maxwell Blue Jr. was pacing the room, his voice trembling with panic. "I warned Uncle to delete those photos months ago. How did they end up on every social media platform in the city?"Arthur grabbed his phone, his hands shaking so violently he nearly dropped it. He dialed his brother, Maxwell Blue. Maxwell was just as bewildered. He had watched his mistress delete the files before she left that night seven years ago. The only copies left were on his private, encrypted phone. How they had been leaked remained a mystery he would never have the

The dust in the alley settled, but the impact of Chloe Bishop’s unexpected display of force was just beginning to ripple through the upper echelons of Haicheng. The "Number One Socialite" was proving to be the city’s most dangerous paradox: a refined diamond with the tactical precision of a veteran. "You should be looking for my brother," Maxwell Blue spat, nursing his bruised ego and shattered kneecap. "This has nothing to do with me." Chloe gave a small, chilling smile. "I know. But your brother has too many dirty tricks up his sleeve. I’m afraid I have to trouble you to help me straighten him out." "Help you how?" Chloe adjusted the tension on her slingshot. "Go to the Prosecutor’s Office. Confess everything you know. Every bribe, every shadow deal, every drop of blood your brother spilled." Maxwell laughed, a harsh, jagged sound. "You think that's possible? You think I'm a rat?" Before the words fully left his mouth, he lunged at her. He refused to believe that as a grown man

The air in the back of the luxury sedan was suffocating, thick with the silent roar of a man whose pride had just been set on fire. Xavier Grayson stared at the glowing screen of his phone, the audio from the surveillance software echoing in the cabin like a death knell.Just ten minutes ago, Old Mrs. Grayson had called him, her voice cracking with a joy so raw it bordered on hysteria. "Xavier... you have a sister. I never imagined she was truly... she really is of our Grayson blood."Xavier’s heart was a chaotic mess of conflicting emotions. On one hand, the cold logic of the DNA report was undeniable—he suddenly had a sister. On the other, his visceral disgust for Anna (安兰) made him recoil from anything that tied his father and mother closer together. A sister meant a deeper bond between them, a bond he wanted to see severed."Xavier, I’m going to see Sissy right now," the Matriarch had commanded. "Come home immediately. And listen... do not tell your parents about this yet."For re