All Chapters of Madam Billionaire: Please, Don't Break My Heart: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Simon stepped out of his car and shook hands with the man waiting for him at the entrance of The Golden Oasis, a grand casino in Queens.“Welcome, Mr. Walsh, it’s so good to see you returning after so long,” said the man named Billy Rogers, guiding Simon inside the building.“You exaggerate too much, Mr. Rogers. It was only last month that I came here. Hardly a long while since my last visit. But let me say that it looks like the business is thriving well. The Golden Oasis sure does live up to its reputation.”Billy Rogers smiled at that, looking way too eager to appease the special guest of the night. “Of course. We do try to give the people what they want.”“Of course you do,” Simon said, smirking. “That’s the reason I always find my way back here, isn’t it?”Rogers only smiled before leading Simon into a room that looked like an office of sorts. The room was also soundproof, ensuring nothing came in or went out.Simon took his seat while Rogers moved across the desk and dropped into

Angelina had no intention of making a scene, but when people sucked at their supposedly jobs, she couldn’t help but snap.A day before, when she had come to office, asking for her compensation, the woman behind the reception had showed her the door, saying she was wasting her time and that no one in their company reported something like that.Angelina had done what she did best, she had warned the woman that she would come the next day, and if she didn’t get her compensation, she would make each and every person in that building regret their whole lives.And that’s exactly what she came in today to do. She was going to make that receptionist’s life miserable for taking her lightly the day before, for not doing her job. But when the man who gave her the card showed up, she ignored all the lies that came out of that receptionists mouth. The way she had turned pale seeing that man, and was stumbling over her own words, as if afraid she would lose her job for sure, she felt sympathy for he

Richard sat in his car, windows rolled up, and watched Elena sitting in her chair, waiting for her turn after the current shot. It had been two weeks since he last talked to her about her brother and how he was acting strange. But the truth was, he had been dreaming about her ever since then.So many times, he had planned to drop by and ask if she would like to have lunch with him, or maybe dinner, or maybe breakfast, or maybe just coffee. But every time he thought of doing so, something held him back. He didn’t want to come off as desperate, even though that’s exactly what he was.But two weeks had gone by now without a single conversation with her, and that was his limit. Tonight, after she was done with the shoot, he was going to take her for dinner, no matter what.There was just one little problem…A knock on the window of his car pulled him out of his thoughts, but he found himself releasing a sigh of relief when the face appeared familiar.He rolled down the window, and his secr

Elena checked her phone and frowned when she couldn’t find any signal at all.“Great. Just great,” she muttered, shoving the phone inside her purse and wondering why the hell she had to get stuck in the middle of nowhere. But most importantly, she couldn’t help but wonder who had been following them. The last time something like that had happened, the man had turned out to be a detective. A detective hired by Richard…Elena’s eyes widened.Wait a minute.Could it be possible…?Before she could finish that thought, however, Richard returned with a backpack. Elena looked up, partly relieved that they wouldn’t have to starve themselves while they waited. God knew, she was starving. She had missed her lunch and hoped to have a good, filling dinner at home instead.Richard dropped the bag on the table that Elena had cleaned a few minutes ago. She had also peeled off the white sheets covering the furniture, glad to find the furniture neat and tidy, not a speck of dust on them.She sat up str

Simon didn’t know what had gotten into him, but frankly speaking, he didn’t care either.If not for his men informing him about the incident last night—how they lost her after she got into Richard’s car—he wouldn’t have been able to come and get her.Fuck! He was so pissed.And it didn’t help the way she kept defending that fucking bastard.Didn’t she know how it would make him feel if she continued to talk about her ex-husband in front of him, singing his praises as if he were some sort of saint?Dammit! Didn’t she know Simon was possessive? How hard it already had been to stay away from her?He had never been so mad at her, never.But right now, he felt like dragging her into a cellar and locking her up.He sighed. Of course, he would never do that to her—never drag her to a cellar.Though he wasn’t quite sure about the locking-up part. If he wished to keep her safe and away from prying eyes, that seemed like the best thing to do.“What do you mean my time is over?”And there she was