All Chapters of Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

Dylan gently called out near his ear, "Boss?""Emily..." Vincent seemed not to hear Dylan, or maybe he was still in a dream.Yet, even in his unconscious state, his voice was hoarse and grating, accompanied by painful rasping sounds. It was as if every word he uttered caused immense suffering. His vocal cords were still in a fragile state, and he had just been moved to a regular room.Dylan glanced at Emily and, not giving her a chance to respond, decided to stabilize the situation first. "Miranda, the boss fell ill suddenly, and we have some international projects that need attention today. I need to head back to the office as soon as possible. Could you please stay with him for a while? I'll have Steven come over to help."Emily remained silent.She understood what Dylan was doing. He was talking in circles, but the goal was still the same—to get her to stay. As for Steven? He might show up at the hospital door, or even outside the room, but he certainly wouldn’t come inside.Dylan

Cathy's face shifted through a range of colors, her usual confidence faltering for a moment. Cathy had been hired into the Great Wall Group by Vincent Norman himself. Her background was a mystery to most, but because of Vincent’s backing, no one dared challenge her, not even Daniel or Ken. She had built a reputation for getting her way in the company, occasionally making things difficult for others without facing any repercussions.But this Miranda? She had the audacity to stand up to her?Cathy pointed a finger at Emily, her voice trembling with indignation. "So, you finally admit it, huh? All those architecture awards, the whole famous designer act—you've been plotting this from the start. You just wanted to catch the boss's attention, didn’t you? You think I don’t know?"Emily smiled coolly. "If you already know, then why bother asking me?"Cathy clenched her fists. "Fine. Let’s see if you’ve got the guts to admit it in front of him. If you want your ID badge, make Vincent come get

Amanda couldn't shake the doubts in her mind as she listened to Ken explain."As far as I know, Miranda is British," Ken said, leaning back in his chair. "Her parents live in the UK, and she's lived there for most of her life. I think I know where you're going with this, Amanda. You suspect the woman who did Lucas’ makeup might be our boss’s wife, don't you?"Amanda wasn’t fully convinced herself. "It’s just a feeling I have… I saw the makeup work she did on Lucas, and the style was unmistakable. It was so distinct that I immediately recognized it. Even Lucas said it was exactly like what Emily used to do. But if Miranda is really from the UK...""Oh, I probably didn’t explain that clearly," Ken interrupted. "Miranda might have British citizenship, but she’s originally from New York.""Is she an immigrant?" Amanda inquired, narrowing her eyes.Ken shrugged. "I’m not sure. That’s personal information, and I didn’t want to pry."Amanda nodded, taking a deep breath, feeling both disappoi

Emily busied herself in the kitchen while Satan quietly followed her in. The suite’s kitchen wasn’t large—comfortable for one person, but a bit cramped with two."You're in the way," she said, giving him a light push. "Why don’t you wait outside?"But Satan made no move to leave. Instead, he took a few steps back and leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her cook.She had changed so much. Back in the day, when they were together, she rarely wore makeup. But now, every day, she wore flawless makeup, walked confidently in heels she used to hate, and exuded an elegance he hadn’t seen before. Even now, cooking in the kitchen, there was an air of grace about her that made Satan’s heart ache.He couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. When they had lived together, she had always been the one to take care of him—washing his clothes, cooking warm meals, and putting everything in place. She used his money to pay for her father's treatment, and in return, she took care of his da

Emily watched as the tension between the two men escalated, her palms sweaty with anxiety. It was a confrontation she had unintentionally caused, and she knew that trying to mediate would only make things worse.Frustrated, she threw up her hands and said, "You two can argue all you want, I’m going to get some fresh air."Jackson quickly caught up to her as she moved toward the door. "I'll come with you," he said, possessively wrapping an arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the apartment with a firm grip. "Let’s head to the grocery store, okay? You promised you'd cook for me when we were in the UK but never got the chance. So, you’ll finally make it up to me tonight, right?"Emily sighed. "Does it have to be today?""The sooner the better! You’re always busy, and who knows when you'll have time again? Come on, let’s go," he said, their voices fading as they left.Inside the now-quiet apartment, Satan stood alone at the large window, staring out into the night. The room felt c