All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 591 - Chapter 600

The viewers weren't having it. They bombarded Jade with gifts. "Don't do this, man—we've only been here for like ten minutes! You can't just log off now, that's totally unfair!""We don't care if there's no more performances—we just want to watch the live stream! Keep the gifts coming, guys—please don't end the stream!"Jade glanced at the screen flooded with donations and hit the end button without a second thought.The viewers cursed and grumbled. They'd recharged so much money with nowhere to spend it, so they wandered to other streams—only to find themselves completely bored by hosts who relied entirely on beauty filters.Turns out, there's no comparison without contrast.All those filtered, posed anchors—either acting cute or playing up their sex appeal—some had plastic surgery, others had zero talent, and the pretentiousness was off-putting. The ones who actually had skills? Their looks weren't good enough.In short, this crowd of socialites and heirs was incredibly picky. Most o

Jade let out a sly laugh. "Enough with the chatter. Just draw already." "If I get you, whoever backs out is a coward." Gwen Grayson shot Jade a fierce glare, then randomly picked a red card and slapped it onto the table with a crack. "Please sit on the lap of the third man to your left, wrap your arms around his neck, and gently blow three puffs of air against his earlobe." Gwen Grayson was speechless. How did she end up drawing such a ridiculous dare? She glanced toward Tim's seat. Seeing that he showed no sign of refusing, she felt like crying. Could she take back what she just said? She looked over at Tayne Marsh. He sat with his arms crossed, watching her with an amused expression, clearly waiting for the show to unfold. A stab of pain pierced Gwen Grayson's chest, sharp as a needle prick. She stood up immediately, walked over to Tim in a few quick steps, and sat down on his lap without hesitation. Her big, round, dark eyes looked up at him. Tim gazed at the pretty little

The next second, Caesor stretched out his long arm and "casually" picked a red card, flipping it over. "Kiss the nearest person of the opposite sex for one minute, with a piece of paper between your lips." The nearest person to Nora Fatehi was Caesor. Nora Fatehi's forehead was covered in dark lines. She ground her teeth. "You cheated." Caesor shrugged, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. "Just lucky. What can I say?" Lucky? Yeah right. Who'd believe that? Nora Fatehi turned to Chloe Bishop. "Chloe, pass me some tissues. Grab a few extra." Chloe Bishop was about to help when Tim cut in with a teasing grin. "What's the point of kissing through paper? We're all single adults here. If you're going to do it, do it for real." Gwen Grayson shot a glance at Nicholas Taylor, whose face had turned ashen, then immediately backed Tim up. "Exactly. Do it for real. Kissing through paper is just lame." "What's the fun in using tissue?" "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" The crowd joined in the cha

This one was good!Quite a few single women in the room perked up, brimming with anticipation. They all secretly hoped Xavier Grayson would pick them.Never mind that his wealth could rival a small country's—just his looks and poise alone were enough to make women flock to him.And it was only a game, after all. No strings attached. If he chose her, just the bragging right of being "the woman Xavier Grayson wanted to sleep with" would carry her for months!The men, meanwhile, figured that Xavier Grayson had long since grown tired of Chloe Bishop. Apart from Ava Adam, who else here even had the caliber to catch his interest?"Who do you think Xavier Grayson will pick?"Gwen Grayson whispered to Justin Taylor beside her.Justin Taylor shot a glance toward Chloe Bishop and answered Gwen Grayson flatly, "No idea."Caesor asked Chloe Bishop the same question.Chloe Bishop noticed Xavier Grayson's gaze drifting her way. Remembering how he'd been scheming to get her into bed just a couple of

Take Caesor, for example. Or Seth Rollins. Or his own father. Xavier Grayson had always despised this kind of thing—found it beneath him. And yet, the aloof, disdainful Xavier Grayson watched as Chloe Bishop lay across Seth Rollins's back, her hands resting on his shoulders. Seth Rollins's hands supported her long legs as he straightened up. He was tall and solidly built—clearly trained in martial arts. Carrying Chloe Bishop seemed to cost him no effort at all; his steps were light and steady. "Ready?" "Mm." Chloe Bishop gave a soft nod. Seth Rollins began walking around the table, ignoring the stares around them as he chatted with her. "I remember the first time I carried you—you'd just learned to walk, and you peed all over me." Chloe Bishop was speechless. Why did he have to remember embarrassing things like that? He continued, "On your first day of kindergarten, you cried so hard. You insisted I carry you to school—got tears and snot all over my back. And when we got the