Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 351 - チャプター 360

“Emily wants to pursue justice for her mother’s death and reclaim the reputation that should have been her mother’s. Your brother wasn’t involved in what happened back then, so Emily won’t go after him.”Daniel let out a huge sigh of relief. “That’s good to hear. I knew Emily was reasonable…”Mr. Satan paused his steps and added another reminder, “If you really care about your brother, tell him to stay away from Logan Morgan.”Daniel quickly nodded. “I know, I know. I’ll talk to him.”……Logan Morgan looked like he had aged ten years by the time he left. His usually neat hair was tousled by the wind, and his whole demeanor was dark and brooding.Bobby followed him silently, too scared to speak. He knew just how petty Logan Morgan could be. If Bobby offended him, there would be consequences.After they had walked for a while, Logan suddenly turned around and stared at him, his gaze piercing through Bobby’s thoughts like a laser. “Did you tell your brother where Grace and Sophia are sta

Penelope’s hands were slightly rough. Especially her palms, which appeared dry with visible lines. Resting in her palm was a black bow hairpin—an old, common style that looked a bit worn out and loose, showing clear signs of use.Satan furrowed his brows but didn’t move.Penelope raised an eyebrow slightly. “Isn’t this Emily’s? Don’t you want it anymore?”Satan remained wary. “How can I be sure whether you swapped it or not? You suddenly show up today and meet me in the Hilton. What exactly are you after?”Penelope smiled, retracting the hairpin and holding it in her hand. “You still don’t trust me, Simon. Is it that you trust no one but Emily in this world?”“I trust many people, but you’re not one of them,” Satan said coldly and decisively. “Penelope, I’ve been clear about my position. You know the choice you need to make. I don’t need to spell it out for you.”Penelope’s smile froze. She looked up at the man in front of her. He was somewhat familiar but also somewhat unfamiliar. St

Satan’s phone had no signal. He was unable to contact the outside world.Inside the confined elevator, the only source of light was the small flame from Jackson's lighter.“Damn it, it's such a big hotel, how could this happen? It’s been several minutes, why isn’t the power back on?” Jackson was growing increasingly impatient and agitated.Satan remained silent, but his breathing had grown heavier. The sudden appearance of Penelope and the coincidental power outage seemed too eerie to be mere chance.“Hey, Vincent, say something. What do we do now, just wait here?”Satan responded coldly, “And what solution do you propose? Feel free to share.”“Damn, aren’t you supposed to be impressive, mysterious, and capable of making Emily feel secure? Why isn’t that working now?”Satan glanced at him. “I’m only human, not a god.”“Damn,” Jackson was startled. “Can you take off that mask? It’s scaring me…”The white mask appeared even more ominous in the darkness. Especially when Satan suddenly tu

Jackson’s mind reeled. His hand trembled uncontrollably as he held the document. “The baby… is it really beyond saving? Isn’t it seven months along? Can’t we do a cesarean section?”The nurse sighed, her voice tinged with regret. “If Emily had arrived at the hospital sooner, there might have been a chance. But by the time she got here, it was too late. We can’t detect a fetal heartbeat, which means the baby’s heart has already stopped…”Jackson felt as if the nurse’s words were drifting from a distant place, an unreal feeling overwhelming him. The last time he saw Emily, she was a tender, hopeful mother-to-be, eagerly anticipating the baby’s arrival. Now, not long after, the baby was lost, and Emily was in the operating room. What had happened…?“Sir? Sir?” The nurse nudged him. “Please sign the document quickly. Time is of the essence. The patient needs immediate surgery. There can be no further delays.”Jackson came back to reality, wiped his face in a daze, and scribbled his name i

Four years have passed since everything changed.The prestigious Pritzker Architecture Prize ceremony was being held in Rome. This year’s award had taken everyone by surprise—a complete unknown had won, a young architect who had just turned thirty. The fact that she was American only heightened the intrigue.The last time a thirty-year-old American won this award was Logan Morgan. But his reputation had been shattered when it was discovered that his award-winning design wasn’t his own but stolen from another architect. The incident became one of the biggest scandals in architectural history, and the committee had not only stripped him of the prize but also declared that year’s award void. The scandal rocked the architecture world to its core, stirring debates about ethics and trust in the industry.In the aftermath, a wave of xenophobia swept through some circles, with some extremists arguing that Americans shouldn’t be allowed to compete for the Pritzker ever again. While this idea w