All Chapters of Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"Nathan?" Olivia cleared her throat, sounding puzzled. "What's wrong with him?"Allen Parker's voice was low, but it still came through the receiver, "He's been on the front pages of various media almost every day recently. Nathan announced that Logan Morgan has officially joined the Reed Group, and at the same time, he's preparing for the wedding with Logan Morgan's daughter. These are two explosive pieces of news, enough to make Nathan a hot topic."Olivia chuckled, "Logan Morgan's daughter? Who is she, Sophia? Is she even worthy?""Our opinions don't matter to them. Many people now think they are a perfect match.""S.hit!" Olivia cursed angrily, "She has no shame.""Logan Morgan has publicly acknowledged her as his daughter, and she now identifies herself as a member of the Morgan family," Allen Parker, still in his robe, browsed through the news on his iPad. Suddenly, his brows furrowed, as if he saw something unexpected.Olivia immediately put the phone on speaker, "Emily, I'm no

Emily, as the protagonist of this discussion, was oblivious to everything happening on the internet. Her phone and computer couldn't connect to the network. Feeling so bored, she decided to focus her energy on cooking.She hadn't cooked for Mr. Satan for many days. Today, she had plenty of time, so she planned to make a delicious meal for him.While she was still engrossed in preparing the steak, she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind.This embrace was all too familiar to her.Between her breaths, she could smell the pleasant minty fragrance emanating from him, but also... a faint smell of smoke?"You're smoking?" Emily placed the cake in the oven and waited quietly for its delicious blossoming."Yeah," Mr. Satan murmured softly, "I thought you'd be mad.""Because you're smoking?" Emily pointed at his chest with her finger. Her tone carried a hint of disapproval. "You better not smoke; it's not good for the baby. But I'm more curious about something else. Did

The atmosphere in the Reed family villa was oppressively tense.Everyone could see that Nathan had been in a foul mood ever since they returned from the concert.He had made an agreement with Sophia to go look for Emily, only to see her hurrying off in another direction, seemingly eager to find someone. Nathan immediately went after her but was stopped by some media reporters who asked him a bunch of questions.As the CEO of the Reed Group, he had to maintain a good image in front of the media. He had just announced his wedding plans with Sophia and couldn’t afford to be seen with Emily, as it would damage his reputation.He had no choice but to stop, keep smiling, and deal with the reporters' questions, talking about how much he and Sophia were in love and how pleased her stepfather was with him.While his face wore a smile, his heart was burning with anger.These reporters were deliberately sent by Sophia!They were really annoying.By the time he finally got rid of the media, the c

Leaving the bedroom, Nathan walked into the study and immediately close the door behind him.He turned on his computer, logged into his email, and saw a message from a private investigator.The email contained a few photos, though not very clear, he could still vaguely see a masked man driving a car with Emily sitting in the passenger seat.He dialed a number.The call was quickly answered. "Mr. Reed.""Hmm," Nathan grunted. "Any new leads?""Yes, a bit," the private investigator, who had taken Nathan’s money, initially thought this would be a simple task, but it turned out to be quite difficult. The masked man was very cautious, doing almost everything in secret, making it hard to get any photos.However, last night he finally found a break.He had bribed a newly employed waiter at the Hilton Hotel who provided the room number of the masked man and Emily."Room 2307?""Yes," the private investigator said. "I’ve found out that it’s a presidential suite that has been rented out long-te

This time, she touched his face more carefully.Mr. Satan had excellent bone structure. His brow bone was high, his nose straight, and his jawline sharp. Without the scar on the right side of his face, his looks would rival any male celebrity’s.Her hand gently caressed the scar. Her touch was like a feather, her fingertips warm and tender.“Are you afraid?” In the darkness, Mr. Satan's voice held a trace of tension. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he asked.Emily shook her head. “I’m not afraid. The scar isn’t your fault; the blame lies with the person who hurt you.”Mr. Satan stroked her soft hair and sighed contentedly. “Emily, thank you. Let’s sleep.”“Are you tired?”“No, I’m worried you might be.”Emily obediently lay in his arms and closed her eyes.In truth, she wasn’t tired. She had spent the entire day at home. This room had no internet or TV signal. Aside from cooking and sleeping, she had done nothing, so she wasn’t sleepy at all.But she knew Mr. Satan had scars not o