All Chapters of Madam Billionaire: Please, Don't Break My Heart: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Hey there, fabulous readers!Exciting news – I'm penning my inaugural "Author's Note" for this book. Why now? Well, because I just stumbled upon this sneaky little button in the corner, inviting me to add more notes. I swear, I've been as blind as a bat!But can you really blame me? I'm more like a copy-paste person.But enough about my technological misadventures, let's talk about you guys.Firstly, I owe you a big, bold APOLOGY (yes, all caps!) for my lack of replies to your comments. Blame it on my trashy phone and its trashier touch. Typing on that thing is like wrestling an octopus. But fear not, I do catch glimpses of your lovely comments whenever I can, and they make me grin like a Cheshire cat.Thank you, thank you, thank you for diving into my work with such gusto. Your presence here means the world to me. I've got mad respect for each and every one of you.Secondly, I would like to mention that, yes, I know I have messed up a few details in the book. For example, the color of

Betty Adams sat in the front seat of the car and tried her best to keep her gaze on the road. She couldn’t believe her heart was still beating so fast and loud underneath her chest. Why? Because every second spent in the company of Josh Matthews was like standing in front of the burning sun.A part of her was terrified of getting burned, while the other part remained in shock, unable to believe this was actually happening. It wasn’t exactly her fault, though.For almost two long years, she had seen the man play hide and seek with death. If not for the steady beat of his heart, a passerby could easily have declared him dead. The man hardly moved over the span of several months and gave hardly any signs of waking up soon. And now, seeing him not only awake but also walking and talking and brooding in silence, she felt mad anxiety pool deep in her stomach.Even now, as the three of them (including the driver) sat in silence, her shoulders remained stiff and her eyes sharper than ever. It

Josh sat on the bed and watched as the servants of the Matthews residence pulled apart his sister’s room. If the circumstances were any different, he wouldn’t have even stepped into her room, not wanting to disturb her privacy. But this was not a normal circumstance.This was different. Very different.She had something that belonged to him, something that had the power to bring even the most powerful man in the world to his knees, something that he needed to even the scores with those who ordered the attack on him and ended up killing his wife.They needed to pay for what they did to him, and the only way to do that was to possess the key. If not, attacks would resume as soon as the news of his waking up spread worldwide, regardless of whether he had the key.“Nothing,” one of the servants said, standing up and wiping the sweat off his forehead. “There’s no key here.”But Josh had always been hard to satisfy. He stood up, not even sparing the tired man a glance. “Keep looking.” Then h

[Flashback]“You’re making a huge mistake,” Simon said calmly, his steely gaze fixed on the dark-haired man across the expanse of the long table. “I’m not someone you would want to make an enemy of, Mr. Matthews. I suggest you think again.”Josh Matthews scoffed, a self-assured smirk playing on his lips. “My apologies, Mr. Walsh, but once I make up my mind about something, it’s set in stone. I’m a man of my word, you see. Once I give my word to someone, even I can’t retract it.”Simon had never hated anyone so deeply. Not only had this man in front of him threatened his business, but also his reputation. And that, in Simon Walsh’s world, was an affront of the highest order.His eyes flashed with seething annoyance. “Fine. If that’s how you want to play this.” With that terse remark, he surged to his feet and stormed out of the conference room, his assistant trailing dutifully behind.As he settled into his car and closed the door, Simon finally allowed his emotions to surface. He retri

Josh stood outside on the lawn, a steaming cup of coffee waiting for him at the table set outside.“We are ready, sir,” Hudson said as he sat on the table, laptop in front of him.Josh nodded and turned around. “Elena is wearing a neckpiece with a GPS, while my son is wearing a digital watch. Should that be enough?”“Yes, absolutely, sir.” The man continued typing something on the screen, his fingers deftly working over the keyboard.After a few seconds, he lifted his head again. “It’s all yours, sir. The moment you feed in the password and your fingerprints; the system will unlock for 59 seconds. That’s all the time we have before it shuts down again.”Josh sighed, feeling anxious. Do you think it’s enough time?”“It’s hard to say, sir. Depends on how far they are and how quickly our satellites can find them. It might take a few seconds or minutes depending on the location of the GPS devices. But the moment it finds them, we will get the exact coordinates in seconds. It will appear o