Entangled With The Vicious Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Mia’s POVBy the time I got back to my apartment, it was almost midnight. “Thank you,” I said to the cab guy and brought out my keys as I walked to the entrance of my apartment.I inserted the key and turned it to the right twice. The door came open, and I went in. It was pitch dark inside. I could not recall turning off the light as we left the house in a hurry; the only thing we could grab were our phones, which Laura had to run back in to get.My hands rummaged through the wall in search of the switch. I turned the light on, and the sight that greeted me left me petrified.Nathan was sitting right there in my living room, with his back resting against the sofa and arms spread out comfortably.“How did you get in here?” I asked with one of my hands clutching my chest to help my heartbeat subside.“I came to see you since you blocked me everywhere. Despite pleading with you to talk to me.”“I don’t want to talk to you! Don’t you get it? We are done, Nathan. Done!” I emphasized.“But

Pollen’s POV Just like Laura promised, she came to the hospital immediately after her presentation.I was discharged, but that was after persistent complaints from me.We returned to Mia’s place together.Not long after we got home, Mia pulled in as well.“You guys are back” She said with a big grin, “I was going to quickly change and join you at the hospital”“I would have died if I had stayed there one more minute” I said.“How was the interview?”“Perfect! I got the job”Laura and I exchanged glances.“I know right. It was a miracle” Mia plunged into the sofa just beside me.There was a knock on the door and Mia shook to her core.“Is everything okay? Why do you look so scared” I inquired.Laura got up to get the door, but Mia stopped her.“Laura wait” She called.When Laura did as Mia asked, Mia ran to the kitchen area and grabbed a knife.“You can open the door now”Laura who didn’t understand what was happening went to the to ask who it was.“Who is it?”“It’s Eric. I’m here to

Raymond’s POV It was the early hours of a Tuesday morning, with the crisp and cold air blowing in all directions. Ken parked in front of the edifice, and I got off. Adjusting the beige overcoat I was wearing on a deep blue suit and dress boot, I strode into the building. My eyes were focused on where I was headed—the conference room, where about 22 board members were waiting for me. I pushed the thick double doors of the hall, and the men and a woman sitting around the polished oval table spun in my direction. Amy, who looked like she had been receiving an earful for allegedly not notifying me about the meeting in time, scurried to place my office iPad and other required items on the empty stair reserved for me. “I apologize for showing up late. I was tending to something crucial,” I explained while taking my seat. “Something more crucial than the diminishing stock price of the company?” Lorde Anderson, a man in his late 30s, attacked. All I had to do to shut him up was

Mia’s POV When he made that rude comment, the girl from the interview sniggered. Not wanting to be pushed into saying or doing what I will later regret, I walked out of the kitchen to the serving area. “So what do I do, Miss—?” “Elsie. My name is Elsie,” she said without an expression of any sort on a smooth and clear face. I should get along with this one no matter what; she definitely knows a lot about skin care. “Elsie. Got it,” I nodded. “Just wipe the plates clean and arrange them over there." She points at a place outside the counter. "Okay,” I kept my bag on a table that was empty and made to get the plates. “Aren’t you going to wear an apron?” She asked. “No need. I’m comfortable this way,” I smiled warmly at her. “It’s not about you. It’s the company’s rule,” she stated. “Really?” “Yes “Okay. Where can I get one?” “Give me a moment.” Elsie went into another room, which I presumed was the store, and came back with a black apron that had the compa

Pollen’s POV When Mia brought up the idea of going out for dinner I didn’t hesitate to jump on it. My mind has been foggy lately, and the stress from being at home 24/7 for the past few days has turned my mind into a total mess.For me not to lose my sanity I was going to go to the dinner. Maybe that even will help me get over the reoccurring feeling of sadness and loneliness ever since Raymond kicked me out. Since he doesn’t believe me, I might as well just live with it and try to be happy, for the sake of our baby even though he adamantly said he isn’t the father.We got to the fine dining and my eyes widened in shock. As I walked through the neatly organized tables and chairs, my head spun around to be sure we would be capable of footing the bills. I was the type who believed that the fancier a place looks the costlier their services, even though it’s not always that way.When we finally took our seat at the a table covered with fine linens, I gazed around my environment, again