All Chapters of Hidden Twins of a Billionaire Daddy: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

★★★★★ “Calm down, everyone,” Ian’s voice cut through the clamor, cold and commanding. He stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the restless crowd. “It’s clear to me that you all have an affinity for chaos. This woman, who claims to be a manager, has presented you with a fragment of a video, and you’ve all leaped at it without question. Why are you so quick to follow her? Do you have some personal connection with her, or is it just the allure of scandal?” A murmur of discontent rippled through the crowd. “Is there any way you can prove us wrong, Mr. Ian?” someone demanded. “Maria’s sudden replacement raises serious doubts. How can we ignore the evidence she provided?” Ian’s expression hardened, struggling to find a rebuttal. Jasmine, sensing his frustration, stepped forward and took the microphone with a steely resolve. Her voice, though calm, carried an edge of defiance. “This film is my project, my responsibility. I won’t be intimidated or forced to abandon it because of baseless

★★★★ “Get out of the car, bitch,” the man growled, his voice dripping with venom. His grip on Jasmine’s arm was unyielding as he yanked her from the wrecked vehicle. The cold glint of a knife suddenly appeared in his hand, its blade pressing menacingly against Jasmine’s throat. Fear gripped Jasmine, her breath hitching as the sharp metal hovered near her skin. Each slight movement could drive the blade deeper, and her mind raced with frantic caution. She could feel the heat of the man’s breath on her neck, his fury palpable. “Hold still,” he snarled, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. “One wrong move and this knife will be the last thing you ever feel.” He dragged her roughly to the front of the black car, positioning her as a living shield against their unseen adversary. “You coward!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. “Show your face! Get the fuck out of the car, now!” The black car remained eerily still, the driver’s presence hidden behind the tinted windows. “I

★★★★ Later that night, Damon, Jasmine, and Phil gathered in the other villa. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls. Jasmine, wrapped in a soft blanket, sipped from a steaming bowl of soup, its aroma mingling with the cool night air. Damon sat across from her, his face etched with lines of concern, while Phil leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp and observant. Phil broke the silence, his voice low and measured. "I've gone through his records from the past week, and there's nothing unusual. No suspicious contacts, no large financial transactions. Everything appears normal." Jasmine set her bowl aside, her fingers lingering on its warmth as she looked at Phil intently. "What about his personal life? Did he have any family? Anyone who might have known him well enough to do his last rites?" Phil shook his head slowly, his expression grim. "No, Miss Jasmine. According to my sources, he had no family and no close relatives. He was a solitary

★★★★★ Elder Colley shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his face etched with profound sadness. “I am deeply ashamed and disappointed in myself. I know that much of this turmoil is my fault, and I am aware that I am the one to blame. That’s why I’ve made arrangements for you to move to the U.S. I believe that starting anew there will help you find peace and happiness. It’s the best solution I could come up with to remedy the situation.” As Elder Colley spoke, his discomfort was palpable, his gaze clouded with the pain of having caused Cindy’s tears. He had always cherished her as his own flesh and blood, striving to provide her with every opportunity for a beautiful life. Yet, his possessiveness, his desire to protect her, had unwittingly become the very source of her distress. Cindy’s eyes flashed with a harsh light, her voice cutting through the room with a cruel edge that Elder Colley had never heard before. “Is this what you think will solve everything? You want me to escape my pro

★★★★★As Damon entered the room, the sight of Elder Colley lying motionless struck him like a physical blow. Before he could fully grasp the situation, Cindy darted towards him, her face streaked with tears. She threw her arms around him, her sobs muffled against his chest."Grandfather!" Cindy cried out, her voice choked with distress. "He’s not waking up, Damon! He’s just not waking up!" Her words came in frantic gasps, her body shaking with the intensity of her emotions.Damon, caught off guard by the sudden outburst, stood momentarily paralyzed. Cindy’s tears and trembling form clung to him, her grief palpable. Though his own heart was heavy with worry, he couldn’t ignore the pang of confusion that gnawed at him. His mind raced, struggling to piece together the fragmented details of the night’s events."What exactly happened?" Damon asked, his voice a strained mixture of confusion and desperation. He attempted to gently push Cindy aside, his need to understand the situation outwei