All Chapters of Hidden Twins of a Billionaire Daddy: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

★★★★★ "Miss Cindy, I really appreciate you taking the time to meet with me," Layla said, stepping into Cindy’s stylishly appointed living room late in the evening. Cindy’s controlled smile barely masked her surprise as she responded, "How could I refuse? When someone from Jasmine's family calls for a meeting, it’s certainly not something I can ignore. I must admit, it’s quite astonishing." She gestured towards the coffee table, where she had set down two freshly brewed cups. "Please, have a seat. I’ve prepared some coffee for us." Layla accepted a cup with a polite nod, though her eyes betrayed her simmering frustration. "Thank you. I have to be honest—I have no desire to involve myself with Jasmine, nor do I consider her a true family member." Cindy raised an eyebrow, her smile maintaining its polite veneer. "I see. And what has brought you to this conclusion? I understand that family dynamics can be complex, but what exactly has prompted your visit?" Layla took a sip of her cof

★★★★★ “Good grace,” Cindy said with a bitter laugh, “you’ve walked straight into the path of hell and dragged us all with you.” Layla’s shoulders slumped further as Cindy’s words pierced through her desperation. “Damon will find out within the hour,” Cindy continued, her voice dripping with contempt. “And when he does, he’ll choke the life out of you with his bare hands.” “Then what should I do?” Layla’s voice trembled, her eyes pleading for a solution. “I thought you might have some ideas or at least be willing to help me.” Cindy’s smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “We can sell Jasmine out of the country. This way, you’ll be freed from Harley’s demands, and she’ll no longer be a thorn in your side.” Layla’s heart raced with fear. “Sell her out of the country? How am I supposed to manage that?” Cindy’s gaze was cold and calculating. “That’s not your concern. What matters is luring Jasmine to a place where she will be alone. You need to offer her something she

★★★★“Mom, Mom...” Payne’s voice cut through the haze of Jasmine’s thoughts, but her mother remained lost in her own world, staring blankly toward the hospital exit. Passersby gave Jasmine curious glances. Payne, noticing the growing concern in their eyes, approached her mother and gently nudged her arm. “Mom, what are you doing standing in the middle of the way? People are having to go around you.”Jasmine blinked, as if waking from a trance, and turned to face her daughter. Her expression was a tight mask of tension. “Are you done in there?” she asked, her voice strained.“Yes, but why do you look so out of place? Did something happen?” Payne inquired, her concern evident in her furrowed brow.Jasmine took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts. “I need to go to your grandfather’s house to see him.”Payne’s face registered immediate concern. “Am I going with you?”“No, I’ll drop you off at home first before heading to your grandfather’s place. It’s just that... I have a

★★★★★ “Paul, why are you bringing this up now? What’s the reason for returning it?” Jasmine’s interest was immediately piqued. Her tired face instantly brightened up. Paul’s voice remained calm but firm. “It’s a matter I believe needs to be settled face-to-face. Let’s arrange a time to meet. When can you make yourself available?” Jasmine paused, recalling the letter her father had mentioned regarding the jewelry he gave to Paul. Her curiosity and concern prompted her to agree. “Alright, I’m heading to the café nearest to my house. I’ll send you the address. Please come quickly.” “Understood,” Paul replied. Jasmine ended the call and quickly sent him the café’s location. The café’s proximity to her home and its public setting eased her mind about safety concerns. Just as she finished, another call came through from Damon. Jasmine hesitated, weighing whether to answer. When he called again, she decided to pick up. “Hello?” she said, attempting to keep her tone neutral. “Where are

★★★★★ "Why wouldn’t she confide in me?" Damon said, his voice smooth but with an underlying edge. "I’m closer to her than you ever were." He paused, leaning in slightly, his eyes narrowing as he continued, "And let me make one thing clear—if you keep pushing her to meet with you, it won’t end well for your company. A few days ago, your father sought me out. I believe he was concerned, afraid that your actions might provoke me to retaliate against your business. Given his age, he’s wise enough to see the potential fallout. Maybe you should take a lesson from him." With that, Damon pulled a chair close to Jasmine, settling into it with an air of unshakable confidence. He turned to her, his tone softening slightly as he asked, "Why are you here, Jasmine? What’s going on?" Jasmine glanced at Paul before responding, her voice steady but with a touch of hesitation. "He told me he would return my mother’s jewelry—the pieces my father entrusted to him." Damon let out a low, mocking chu