All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The old lady was caught off guard by what had happened and was exhausted. Looking at Mr. Ferguson and Hellen Ferguson, who were obviously biased towards each other, the old lady felt frustrated and helpless.There were outsiders present who followed suit to persuade the old lady, and she had no choice but to do anything, and her anger gradually subsided."James, why don't you take Susan to the ward and find a doctor to see her right away, before anything really happens to her,"Hellen Ferguson urged, especially when she saw that Susan Wenger was so weak that she seemed unable to open her eyes, she became worried and anxious. After all, the baby in Susan Wenger's belly is her hope to save her youngest son.Mr Ferguson also said in a deep voice:"Stop embarrassing yourself here, get her out of here quickly."Just as James Ferguson was about to take a step, Mrs. Ferguson suddenly said,"Wait!"Everyone looked at the old lady, but she turned around and looked at me, I was pushed to the ed

ZeldaI stood just outside the door, the delicate tray of calming tea in my hands, but my attention was completely consumed by the heated exchange inside. I heard James's voice—powerful, confident, and yet somehow it struck a chord deep within me. His words rang in my ears.“I can’t let her marry any man other than me.”I froze. My breath caught in my throat, and my hand tightened on the tray. It was ridiculous how much those words made my heart race. I should’ve been used to his possessiveness by now, but hearing him say it out loud, so forcefully—it made me wonder.Does he still care?The thought flitted through my mind before I could push it away. I bit my lip, my mind racing as I tried to rationalize it. It wasn’t love—it couldn’t be. It was just his need for control, his arrogance, his overwhelming desire to keep things his way. Even if I was no longer his wife, James Ferguson was the same possessive man he had always been. His words meant nothing, absolutely nothing more than th

James"I said, don’t pay attention to it," I snapped, my patience wearing thin.Cheng was worrying too much. Overestimating the situation. Overestimating her."Do you really think there’s anyone in this city who dares to hurt me? Or do you think I can’t even deal with a weak, middle-aged woman who’s practically powerless? Do I look like I need bodyguards as if I’m facing some great enemy?"Silence.Cheng stared at me for a moment, then finally backed off. He knew better than to argue. He knew what I was capable of. Muay Thai, karate, firearms, grappling—I was trained, and experienced. I didn’t need protection.He was being ridiculous.We arrived at the hospital, and I wasted no time heading straight for Susan Wenger’s room.She lay there on the hospital bed, wrapped in a thin gown, a bandage around her forehead. Pale. Haggard. The same woman who had once been so full of herself, so confident.Now?She looked pathetic.Her eyes, red and swollen, stared blankly at the ceiling, lifeless.

YuellOf all the people I could run into today, it had to be her.From the moment I saw her talking to Sia, something in my gut told me she was up to something. And when I realized where she was heading—toward Director Wang—I didn’t hesitate.I closed the distance in a few long strides and grabbed her arm."Come with me."She recoiled, eyes blazing. "Hey! What are you doing? Yuell Qing, are you sick? Let me go!"Sia blinked in confusion, clearly unsure whether to intervene. She tried to follow, but my assistant stopped her."Miss Sia," he said smoothly, “Mr Yuell has a few words with Miss Jian. Please don’t go over there."Sia hesitated, then sighed. "Jian knows Mr Qin? That’s fine, I won’t bother them."I barely heard their conversation. My focus was on the furious woman I was dragging away.When we reached the bathroom door, she yanked back hard, attempting to free herself. I held firm. She huffed, then twisted sharply, slamming her elbow into my chest and forcing me against the wal

JamesMy jaw tightened as I strode through the airport, my bodyguards parting the crowd like Moses parting the Red Sea. Zelda. Where was she?Her flight was in two hours, and we’d locked down every exit. She couldn't have just vanished."Sir, all flights to Europe are waiting in Terminal 3. Your wife's flight should take off in two hours. We have already blocked all entrances and exits, but we haven't found your wife yet," the bodyguard reported, his voice tight with concern.My face was like thunder."Keep looking!" I barked, waving them off.My eyes scanned the sea of faces, searching for her. She had to be here. Two hours wasn't enough time to get far.A knot of anxiety tightened in my gut. Had she even arrived? I knew international flights boarded early. My gaze snagged on a tall figure talking to a woman near the gate. A surge of rage, hot and possessive, flooded me.Hammer Yassir. That snake.I stalked towards them, my blood pounding in my ears. I grabbed his shoulder and spun h