All Chapters of Hidden Twins of a Billionaire Daddy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

★★★★"I searched for you all over the studio before finding out you had already left. And why did you have such a big fight with Cindy Colley? She's a powerful person, plus the assistant directer. Involving in an argument with her is something kicking your dream with your own leg," Ceece asked, eager to discuss the incident that had occurred at the studio with Jasmine."I'm exhausted, Ceece. We can talk about it later," Jasmine replied wearily, sinking onto the couch beside them. Payne, looking unusually somber, headed straight for the room without greeting anyone."That's unusual. Tell me what happened with you two. Who upset our dear Payne?" Nadia probed Jasmine, noticing Payne's uncharacteristic sadness.Jasmine sighed, her expression weary. "I felt a strong blow today, realizing how much Payne yearns for a father figure. I still can't fill that void for her.""Did that guy hurt Payne somehow? What did he say?" Nadia's tone turned cold and sharp, her eyes piercing as she looked at

★★★★ "Mom, I know Mr. Harley. He is a Mafia. Paul told me. Do you think it would be wise to involve ourselves with him?" Layla asked, her voice tinged with anxiety as they both sat in front of a bag filled with money. "Look at the money! Are you seriously considering whether to keep it or not? Only a fool would think of returning this money!" Kesha snapped, her eyes glittering with greed. "Besides, if there's any danger, that bitch will be the one to suffer." "Yes, but I've seen Paul get angry because of that man at the party. I don’t think he’ll like our involvement," Layla replied, still torn. She couldn't shake the feeling that things were happening too smoothly for there not to be a catch. "Who’s going to tell him?" Kesha scoffed. "Darling, I understand your concern, but we’re in a major financial crisis. We're trying hard to maintain our status in society. Since your father became bedridden and the money we're spending on his treatment, I can’t see a smooth future for us witho

★★★★ "Dante, son, why aren't you eating your breakfast?" Cindy asked gently, her voice filled with concern. She sat at the breakfast table with Damon and their grandfather, her eyes focused on Dante. "Sweetheart, look at me. It's Saturday so I thought we could go shopping and have some fun, and I can give you my full day without any distractions." Dante grumpily pushed his plate away. "I'm not hungry, nor do I have any mood to go anywhere," he muttered. Cindy sighed, recognizing the stubborn look on Dante's face. "Sweetheart, if you're angry or disappointed, we can talk and sort it out with a good laugh. But you need to eat your breakfast. It's important for your health." Dante crossed his arms and looked down at his plate. "I'm not hungry," he repeated, more sullenly this time. He wasn't upset with Cindy; his frustration stemmed from his father's outburst last night when he had thrown a tantrum about wanting to see Jasmine. Damon, sensing the tension, chimed in, "Eat your br

☆★☆A moment later, Payne's laptop buzzed with the notification. She quickly glanced at the screen to see Dante's location pinned on the map."I need to see this for myself," she muttered, closing her laptop and standing up.Carefully, she crept out of her room and made her way down the hall, her footsteps light and quiet.Her aunt, Nadia, was resting in her room, the door slightly ajar. Payne peered inside and saw Nadia was fast asleep. Relieved, she continued to the hall where she spotted her aunt's phone on the tea table. Without a second thought, she grabbed it and slipped it into the pocket of her jeans."Dante, Dante. Open the door, sweetheart!" Cindy called out, her voice laced with a sweetness she hoped would coax a response from him. But there was only silence. Determined to prove she could be a good mother, Cindy reminded herself to stay patient."Okay, we are going to meet someone special. Can I come in?" she said, trying a different approach. She pushed the door and found

★★★★ "What?.." Jasmine was flabbergasted. She stared at Maria’s tears in confusion. "I didn’t use such strength." "Stop lying. You knew you used strength," Maria cried out. At that moment, her manager rushed to her with a pack of ice, dabbing gently, and said to Jasmine, "Are you deliberately trying to ruin her face? Do you know I can sue you for this?" "Hold on, we were all present here. We all saw how Jasmine's hand barely moved toward her face. It’s impossible to get such an impact unless she’s made of cotton," Ceece interjected, coming to Jasmine’s rescue. Jasmine looked confused, constantly contemplating if she had truly slapped Maria that hard. Maria shot her red eyes at Ceece, saying, "That is the difference between a professional actress and a newbie." "Okay, Maria, why don’t you go to the room you were provided and take a rest? We’ll arrange a doctor for you," the director said as he approached Maria. Since the morning, he had been dealing with a headache because of Maria