Betrayed By The Billionaire의 모든 챕터: 챕터 481 - 챕터 490

The domestic facade of the Jiang family has shattered, revealing a secret far more complex than corporate loyalty. As Chloe Bishop witnesses the explosive fallout of Jiang Juncai’s private life, she finds herself at the center of a medical emergency that could either destroy her recruitment goals or provide the ultimate opening.Mr. Jiang remained silent, his face darkening into a mask of suppressed rage. As Jiang Juncai moved to shove Chloe Bishop out the door once more, barking an impatient "Leave now!", the silence broke violently.CRASH!Mr. Jiang stood up abruptly, sweeping a tea cup off the table. It shattered against the floor, mirroring the sudden fracture in the room’s atmosphere. He pointed a trembling finger at his son. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking! If you still recognize me as your father, you will report to the Bishop Group today!""Dad," Jiang Juncai argued, his voice strained, "our boss was my benefactor. You know that. I am not leaving the company."M

The corporate battlefield and the hospital corridors have faded into the background, replaced by a sudden, lethal reality. Chloe Bishop has spent the evening fighting for the soul of an engineer, only to find herself staring into the abyss of her own past.Chloe walked over to where Jiang Juncai was slumped against the wall. Her voice was calm, devoid of the earlier tension. "I know exactly what you’re worried about. you think your boss is your benefactor, the man who saved you, and you believe that leaving would be a betrayal.""But think about it," she continued, her eyes sharp. "He values you because your talent generates wealth. He gave you a car and a house, but the value you’ve created for him is immeasurable compared to those trinkets.""Businessmen speak the language of profit. He keeps you because you are an asset. The moment you lose that value, he will discard you without a second thought."Jiang Juncai let out a dismissive snort. "What do you know?"Chloe smiled. "If you d

he scent of pine and damp earth filled the air, a stark contrast to the sterile hospital smell that had clung to Chloe Bishop only moments ago. As the van’s engine died and she was dragged into the darkness of the Blackwood Mountain Range, the nightmare was only beginning.Chloe pressed her face against the grimy window of the van one last time. In the distance, the motionless figure of Tom Wei was a dark blotch on the white concrete. She didn’t know if he was still breathing or if the light had already left him.As the van sped away, shadows finally emerged from the hospital corridors. The gunshot had kept them at bay, but now that the predator had moved on, the witnesses scrambled to help. Please, Tom, just stay alive, Chloe prayed, her only weapon left being a desperate hope for her fallen protector.Inside the van, Liam Martin ignored her entirely. He was a man with a singular, lethal focus. But the driver was different. Though he wore a mask, his cold, snakelike eyes and the set

The tension in the air is thick with the metallic scent of old fishing nets and the cold calculation of a life-or-death gamble. While Liam Martin Sr. is racing toward the reservoir, Chloe Bishop is proving that she is no helpless damsel. She is a woman who prepares for the worst.If her intuition was correct, Xu Ningyuan was already nearby in the shadows, and the elder Liam was likely pushing his vehicle to its absolute limit on the mountain road."It’s me, your uncle, Liam Martin Jr.," the fugitive hissed into the phone, his voice like dry leaves scraping against a tombstone. "I’m surprised you can still sleep so soundly."There was a chilling silence on the other end before the elder Liam spoke, his voice dropping several degrees. "So it's you. You couldn't stay in prison where you belonged? What are you out here doing?""Coming to see you, of course. We haven't had a family reunion in far too long. Get to the XX Reservoir. If I don't see you within thirty minutes, Chloe Bishop is g

The climax at the Blackwood Reservoir has reached its boiling point. In the flickering light of the shack, the past and present of the Martin family have finally collided in a spray of blood and lead."Is that so? I’d like to see who dares to lay a finger on her."Liam Martin Sr.’s voice drifted in from the doorway, as gentle as a spring breeze yet carrying an underlying current of absolute authority.Everyone in the room turned toward the sound. He looked impeccably clean, his clothes untouched by the mountain dew or the grime of the trek. In his hand, he gripped the handcrafted ebony cane Chloe Bishop had once designed for him. He stepped into the room with measured, rhythmic strikes of the cane against the floor.The small, cramped space seemed to shrink even further with his arrival. The air grew heavy, the pressure making it difficult for the thugs to breathe. That cane, in his hands, was no longer a medical aid; it was a scepter. Chloe had known when she designed it that it woul