Semua Bab Bound by a Billion Dollar Marriage: Bab 111 - Bab 117

Isla scrambled out of the car and slammed the door behind her, chest heaving, hands shaking so badly she nearly dropped her bag.She didn't look back right away just stood there in the dirt lot, catching her breath, willing her pulse to slow.When she finally turned, Grayson had gotten out too, straightening his cuffs, composed again, not a single wrinkle out of place. Like the man who'd just threatened to do something unforgivable in that back seat hadn't existed at all.The sun beat down on the empty lot. The black SUV sat parked at the roadside, sleek and out of place against the weeds and cracked asphalt.Isla kept her back to him, unfocused eyes fixed on nothing, waiting for her body to stop trembling. Once the worst of it passed, she reached into her bag and pulled out the box of pills.Before she could even open it, it vanished from her hand.She spun around, glaring, to find Grayson holding it, expression unreadable.He rolled the window down and tossed the box straight out in

Sawyer stood there, visibly feeling the pressure. "Boss, are you angry because you caught Madam and Marcus together? Or because they're keeping a secret from you?" he asked carefully.Grayson's cold gaze swept over him, unfathomable and chilling.One look was all Sawyer needed. Both. But the second one is clearly bigger.The young mistress was sharing a secret with another man. Given how possessive the second young master was, he had every reason to be furious."Ahem. Boss, your brother's been moved home to recover, and, um...""Say it.""When are you going to tell him your true identity? When the young mistress ran into him at the hospital last time, he asked me about it. I'm not trying to gossip." Sawyer explained quickly to keep himself out of trouble.Grayson tapped his fingers lightly on the desk and thought for a moment. "Not yet.""Then he can't come downstairs?""I'll send him to Dr. Sutton's place to recuperate soon."Sawyer looked surprised. "Dr. Sutton's back?""Mm.""Good,

Isla sensed that if she spoke badly of Grayson in front of this man, she might pay for it dearly.They say some men treat their brothers like limbs and women like clothes.Better to stay neutral where Grayson was concerned.She bit her lip lightly and kept her tone level. "I don't have a problem with him. He... looks out for me at work.""Anything else?" Julian wasn't satisfied with such a surface answer.Anything else?Isla's brow furrowed, unease creeping in.The hand resting against her side shifted from still to something almost absent-mindedly soothing a shift that made her brace for consequences.Do these two actually have some kind of complicated dynamic I'm not understanding? Why does one wrong word about either of them feel this dangerous?If I flatter the wrong man in front of my own husband and get it wrong, this could blow up fast.She bit her lip, mind racing."Hmm?" Julian's low, rough voice carried a note of skepticism at her continued silence, pressing down on her like