All Chapters of Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

The host subtly lowered the microphone and leaned closer to Miranda, his voice a quiet whisper. “Ms. Carter, just stay calm. I’ll guide you through this.”Miranda looked slightly surprised but managed to mask it with a polite smile. “Thank you,” she replied, her tone warm.“Go ahead, take that trophy that’s rightfully yours.”Miranda gently released his hand and walked slowly to the microphone stand.Bright spotlights bathed her in light, and the constant flash of cameras created a dazzling blur. From her perspective, all she could see was a sea of white—she couldn’t make out faces or the number of attendees.The trophy was placed on a pedestal nearby, waiting for her to lift it. But first, she had to face the scrutiny of the audience.“Good evening, everyone. I’m Miranda Carter.”Her voice was melodious, clear, and carried a calm confidence.At this, the male reporters in the audience snapped their cameras into focus on her, some even momentarily forgetting their duties as they caugh

“Hey, Miranda, remember our deal? No saying ‘thank you’ to me,” Jackson said with a playful smirk.Miranda laughed softly, covering her mouth. “Sorry, I forgot again.”Jackson rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. “You forget every time, and I always have to remind you.”“My bad,” Miranda replied with a grin.“Hmph.”As they exited the conference hall, Miranda couldn’t shake her worry about Amy’s ability to manage things on her own. Her uncle Bert had never been to the Europe before, and he didn’t speak Italian. If he got lost, it could be a major problem. Reluctantly, she asked Jackson to drive her to airport so she could personally meet her uncle and ensure his safe arrival.This was her second visit to the airport ; the first had been just a few days ago when she was rushing to attend an awards ceremony. She hadn’t had time to take in her surroundings, and it had taken her ages to find Amy at the international arrivals gate.Amy had just stepped out of a convenience store, holding two

Jackson stood with his arms crossed, squinting slightly as he surveyed his surroundings. “So, you’re in Rome too?”A man in a sharp suit replied, “I just ran into madam’s uncle. He mentioned coming here to meet a friend. Was it you who brought him here, Jackson?”Jackson smirked, his tone lazy, almost indifferent. “What if it was me? What if it wasn’t? Why are you stopping me from leaving? This is Rome, not back home. I could easily have you arrested for unlawful detention.”From inside a nearby café, a man in a suit and sunglasses called out softly, “Dylan.”“Yes, sir?” Dylan responded promptly.“Invite Jackson in for a cup of coffee.”Dylan hesitated. “Sir, Jackson doesn’t seem too interested in talking. He’s being quite hostile.”The man sighed. “That’s just how he is. It’s not about you. Go ahead, tell him it’s me inviting him.”“Yes, sir.” Dylan walked back to Jackson’s side.A dozen bodyguards surrounded Jackson, making any attempt to flee futile. But Jackson remained unbothered

Miranda offered her sincere apology, "I'm truly sorry for the trouble I've caused everyone. Please tell me the amount you think is fair, and I'll compensate each of you.""Wait a minute," the police officer, who had just finished managing the traffic, walked over. His eyes lingered on Miranda for a few seconds before he began speaking formally, "The compensation amount must be determined by the police. Each of you will need to submit an itemized list of your losses along with the necessary documents. The police will review them, and once approved, the responsible party will be instructed to deposit the funds into the police account. We will then distribute the compensation accordingly."However, this method did not sit well with many of those involved."I'm leaving Rome soon and don't have time to go to the police station to submit these so-called documents. Besides, everyone knows how slow European police can be. I don't want to stay in Rome for several months over a few thousand eur

Jackson had been waiting outside the hotel, pacing nervously. When he finally saw Emily returning, he quickly walked over, draping a warm coat over her shoulders. His face was etched with concern as he frowned. "Why did you come back so late? I’ve been worried sick."Emily, now known as Miranda, let him guide her inside, though Jackson held her a little too tightly for her liking. She politely freed herself from his embrace, her tone composed. “I’m fine, really. I wasn’t cold. Have Bert and Amy come back yet?”Sensing her subtle rejection, Jackson’s hand dropped limply to his side, his expression tinged with a hint of disappointment."They’ve been back for a while. They were both worried about you and asked me to let them know the moment you returned."Miranda nodded, knowing her Uncle Bert had just arrived. Having him face such an unexpected situation on his first day surely unsettled him."I’ll go straight to see him then. What room is he staying in?" she asked."Room 1805. I’m in 1