All Chapters of The Billionaire's Vendetta : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Tony hesitated for a moment before responding, "I don't think so boss. Nanny Grace hasn't seen Ma'am Amelia."Suddenly, Nanny Grace, who had been standing beside Tony, couldn't take it anymore. She snatched the phone away from him and demanded answers. "What is going on, Andrew? Why are you asking about Amelia when you both left together? Where is she?"Andrew took a deep breath and tried to control his temper as he spoke to Nanny Grace on the phone. "Nana, please give it back to Tony. This is important," he said.But Nanny Grace wasn't willing to back down just yet. "Not until you tell me what is happening!!" she insisted. "Henry first came here and grabbed his things, then Tony came here looking for Amelia."Andrew sighed, knowing he couldn't keep the truth from her any longer. "You want to know what happened? Fine, Amelia left," he admitted.Nanny Grace stood in front of Tony, looking confused. "Where did she go?" she asked.Andrew yelled in frustration, "I don't know! Just give t

Amelia could see her breath in the cold air, a sign that the temperature was dropping rapidly. She rubbed her arms to keep herself warm, wishing she had brought a jacket with her. She looked up at the sky and saw that it was starting to get dark. She quickened her pace, realizing that she still had a long way to go. She walked by the side of the road, occasionally stepping on fallen leaves that crunched under her feet.As she walked, she thought about what had happened earlier, about how Andrew almost caught her at the restaurant. She felt a little uneasy, wondering if he was still looking for her. She glanced around, trying to make sure that she wasn't being followed.The sound of her own footsteps echoed in her ears as she continued walking. She thought about Perry and wondered if she had managed to get the things she had asked for, and if she was already at the park waiting for her.Finally, after what seemed like hours, she saw the park up ahead. She breathed a sigh of relief an

Andrew fell silent for a moment, considering his next move. He knew that Amelia was trying to escape from him, and he couldn't let her slip away. He needed to find her before it was too late."Stay put," he finally said to Tony. "I'm on my way."Meanwhile, Liam sat in his car, his gaze fixed on Amelia. Fear was evident on her face, and he could sense the unease radiating from her. He turned to face her, his voice gentle yet concerned."Do you have a plan?" he asked, hoping that she had thought through their next steps.Amelia fumbled with her fingers, her anxiety evident. "Not really," she admitted, her voice shaky. "I...I didn't expect Tony to be here, but I'm sure Andrew will be here soon."Liam took a deep breath, assessing the situation. "So... that's your husband parked outside your friend's house?" he questioned, seeking confirmation.Amelia shook her head. "No, I don't think so. That's Tony, his driver. But I'm sure he'll be here anytime soon," she replied, her voice filled wit

Liam turned his gaze to Amelia, noticing the fear in her eyes. "What was that?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.Amelia's voice trembled as she responded, "Th... That... That's my husband."Liam quickly glanced in the rearview mirror, but the tinted windows of the Phantom made it impossible to see if Andrew had noticed them. "Did he see you?" he asked, his tone urgent.Amelia shivered, her words stuttering as she replied, "Y... Your... Your... window, it's tinted, right?"Liam nodded, understanding her implication. "Yes, I don't think he saw you," he reassured her. But his curiosity grew, and he couldn't help but ask, "Why exactly are you running from him?"Amelia's gaze shifted away from Liam, her expression troubled. She remained silent, a mix of fear and vulnerability enveloping her. Instead of answering, she turned her attention to the passing scenery outside the car windowAs Liam drove, he noticed the somber mood that had settled over Amelia. Sensing her reluctance to tal

The wine bottle became an outlet for his anger as he struck it on the table, the sound reverberating through the room.Detective Stone hesitated, aware of the magnitude of Andrew's frustration. "No, but..." he started, hoping to provide some semblance of progress.Andrew interrupted him, his voice cutting through the air. "Aren't you tired?" he exclaimed, a mix of exhaustion and desperation coloring his tone. "I need something new. I need answers. Who wants me dead? Who fucking killed Catherine and wanted me dead? That's all." The weight of the unanswered questions bore down on him, fueling his impatience. Coupled with the fact that he couldn't find Amelia. Detective Stone's face fell, the weight of his own limitations evident. "I'm sorry, sir. I just..." he began, searching for the right words.But Andrew's patience had run thin. "If that's all you can bring," he interrupted, his voice commanding. "You can leave. I've got other important things to do." The urgency of the lawsuit