All Chapters of Mr Billionaire’s Escort: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JULIENJulien arched a bored brow at his father, “Don’t mess this up.”Armand mirrored Julien’s expression, he threw back his head, gulping down the remains of his bourbon. “What are you insinuating son?”Julien stalked towards his Father, his gaze tracking his every move. It was Cressida’s birthday and he’d been drinking with unrelenting zeal. It was his third glass of the evening.Julien rolled his eyes, “ Do you think I’m so oblivious? you’re so rattled and I’m positive it has to do with Elsida’s presence.” A smirk splayed across Julien’s lips.Armand’s chuckle reverberated through the study, “Obviously you don’t know me. That girl can never hold so much power over me.”Julien called his Father’s bull shit the second the words left his mouth. He could tell from the darkening of his eyes and the stiffness of his fists that he was lying.On a normal day, his Father’s antics wouldn’t faze him but, today was different, it was his mother’s birthday and nothing would go wrong.Not even t

LANDONCressida’s eyes failed to adjust to the dim lighting as they entered the drawing room.“It's quite dark in here, could you adjust the lighting, dear?”Landon paid no heed to Cressida’s request. He stalked stealthily towards her with a plastic bag with a patronizing smile on his lips.Joy submerged through his veins from what he was about to do. Finally, he’d be a step closer to achieving his goals.“Landon dear, can you-” A gasp escaped Cressida’s lips as Landon placed a clear plastic bag over her head.Mirth trickled down his spine.“Landon, what's going on?” Cressida wheezed.A maniac laugh escaped his lips, “There’s no need to scream Cressy. Remember, your drawing room is sound-proof.”“Landon, I can’t breathe please,” Cressida struggled with aggravating ferocity.His lips parted in a sigh and he pulled the plastic bag taut against her features.Cressida’s movements slowed until her body went slack against Landons’Landon ran his coarse hand on the sheer plastic bag, releasi

Elsida didn’t think, her feet carried her swiftly following the sounds of Julien’s bellow until she arrived at the drawing room where a commotion had already built up.“Julien,” she whispered, rushing to his side.“My mom’s gone El,” he choked.Armand remained frozen beside his son, his eyes fixated on his wife’s lifeless body.“What a catastrophe!” someone rasped.“It’s tragic really, “ another said with no regard for the grieving family, their phone cameras shuttered with each picture they took.“You’re okay Julien,” Elsida pulled him into her arms as tears escaped her eyes, she paid no attention to the curious partygoers. She held onto him tight and wiped his face as silent tears fell from it.“Everyone out! It’s time to go home,” Armand’s secretary announced as security guards led the guests out of the drawing room.Landon rushed into the room with a trail of Paramedics, “I got them as fast as I could,” he muttered with a wild look in his eyes, a tear fell from his eye as Cressida

LANDONLandon lets out an impatient sigh, “I said show yourself, don’t make me come get you myself.”Footsteps shuffle on the hardwood and a middle-aged man resurfaces from underneath the wine bar. His face is sweaty and crimson with panic. His hands tremble as he raises them in surrender.Landon’s eyes glimmer with amusement, “now, who do we have here?”His Father clears his throat. “Landon don’t bait the man. Kill him and be done with it.”Landon’s lips twist into a sadistic smirk, “but, that’s going to take all the fun out of it, he may have some useful information.”His Father gives him a grim look and stalks toward him, “which is exactly why you should kill him so he doesn't run his mouth, I’ll leave you to it.”His Father’s eyes flick over the man like he’s a mere ornament before he walks out of the room.“I- I didn't mean no harm.” the middle-aged man stutters.An amused laugh slips past Landon’s lips, “I’m sure you didn't, can I take a look at the phone you have in your hand?”

ELSIDA“Shit,” Elsida curses.The paparazzi are unrelenting as they crowd the Benoit mansion. Elsida’s fists remain clenched as she sets one foot on the ground. She releases a ragged breath before they surround her like hungry animals.“Over here Elsida!”“Can I have a word Elsida!”“Are you married to Julien Benoit? I heard it was all part of a game.”“You’re not Elsida Benoit, you’re a Dalton!”Elsida releases a shuddered breath and it takes an immense amount of willpower for her to make it to the front door.The door opens on its own revealing a scowling Julien. His eyes narrow slightly when they take in her tattered state.“Julien,” she breathes.His eyes soften a fraction and the scowl on his mouth dissipates. “Where have you been El? You left in such a hurry.”Elsida’s eyes betray her and they cloud with tears, her gaze remains unrelenting.“Hey, what’s wrong?” Julien pulls her to him and she breathes his woody scent for a second before she pulls away, wiping at her tears with s