บททั้งหมดของ Beautiful Disaster: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

At 8:00 PM on the dot, the Gopals' motorcade pulled up at the entrance. Austin would not have expected anything less. After all, Vishal, the head of the Gopal family, was a stickler for time.The bodyguards were the first to step out of their cars, surprising Austin when two of them helped Vishal out of his sleek Bentley and placed him in an electric wheelchair.Austin had known for some time now that the patriarch's health was failing him, but he would never have imagined such a rapid decline. The man in the wheelchair was a far cry from the one Austin last saw at the Foundation's charity benefit four months ago.While he was still trying to hide his horror at the elderly man's pitiful appearance, Austin's world was thrown off balance yet again when Navya, Vishal's only daughter, stepped out of the second Bentley, their capos right behind her.Exquisitely dressed in a navy power suit that did very little to hide her stunning figure, her raven hair styled in an angled bob, Navya playe

Austin didn't know if he should be impressed or disturbed by how indifferent Winston was towards Navya and her father when they stepped into the Cigar Room moments later.If Marybeth was in the same room with him, and Austin knew she was about to marry another man in a few months, there was no way he would have been able to remain calm. But Winston was clearly a professional at hiding his feelings. Nothing about his relaxed demeanour hinted at just how madly in love he was with Navya as they all sat at the bar and nursed their drinks while they feverishly discussed the role of the private sector in the country's energy crisis, with Blake leading the conversation.At some point during the impassioned discussion, Tim leaned in and whispered for Austin's ears only, "I have mad respect for Win right now. How does he remain so…""Unbothered?""Yep, that's the word!""He's in denial," Austin said. "Give him a few weeks. He'll call. I won't be surprised if he thinks up a kidnapping plan the

The break had done wonders for everyone's mood; they were all much calmer when they took their seats after a quick round of drinks at the bar.A relieved smile lit up Austin's face when he glanced at Navya. She looked almost like her normal, composed self. Whatever Winston had said to her—and maybe even done with her—had obviously worked."We've heard from the Hawthornes," Nikolai said from the centre of the room as he called the meeting to order again, forcing Austin to pay attention. "They want to leave the alliance, so the only thing left to discuss is our future cooperation.""There is no future cooperation once we leave," Austin informed him, ignoring the several pairs of eyes now glued to him. "You'll all have to find another laundromat.""That's madness! Are you out of your mind?" Willem couldn't hide his outrage as he jumped to his feet and weaved through the tables. He stopped short when Austin pulled out his pistol and twirled it in his hands. Gritting his teeth, a look of d

The sense of dread Austin had carried around since he saw the look of horror on his father's face finally melted away when he stepped into his penthouse.From the entrance hall, he had a clear view of the open-plan living area, and there, he saw something that made his heart flutter. In the blue and white glow of the TV light was Marybeth lying on the couch, strands of her long red hair draped over the armrest.His feet moved of their own accord and carried him forward, finally stopping in front of the couch, where he stood for some time, gazing at Marybeth's sleeping form.He pushed the magazines on the coffee table out of the way and sat down, listening to the peace filling his heart as he ran his hands on her arms, revelling in the smooth feel of her stardust skin on his fingertips."Žena, wake up. I'm home," he whispered as he bent over and slowly brushed her lips in a fleeting kiss.He was about to kiss her again when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Arno stroll down the sta

Austin wasn't exactly surprised when he stepped into the kitchen and found his handlers at the breakfast nook with fresh mugs of coffee, speaking in hushed tones. He'd figured they wouldn't leave until they'd thrashed things out with him.They both stood up at the sound of his footsteps, with Arno asking, "кум, can we talk?"Austin waved at them to sit while he made himself a cup of coffee."Get the second team to stay on Marybeth," he told them as he sipped his coffee."You can't be serious about firing us," Arno mumbled glumly from inside his mug."What can we do to fix this? We like кума!" Benji jumped in."If you liked her, you would have put her safety first. Now because of you, my father is all over Marybeth, and it won't be long before he puts a target on her back. You can return to your old roles, and I'll get new security for my wife!""We can't just—" Arno tried to push back, but Austin quickly shot him down, demanding a status report on Jaco's movements before Iris died.Be