Dumped Her Ex, Married A Secret Billionaire의 모든 챕터: 챕터 441 - 챕터 450

Vicky softly clicked the door of the suite shut, momentarily leaving that silent vigil behind her.Exhaustion hit her like a tidal wave. She leaned against the cool corridor wall, desperate to catch her breath, when a familiar, tall figure came striding toward her from the far end of the hallway.It was Beck.The urgency on his face dissolved into raw, unfiltered concern the moment he saw her.He reached her side, his warm palm gently cupping her pale, gaunt face. His thumb brushed over the dark circles under her eyes, his voice low and tender."You're running on fumes, aren't you?"Vicky shook her head instinctively. In front of the older brother who had shielded her since childhood, her stubbornness seemed to soften."I'm fine. What are you doing here so late?""Dad got word that Robin was awake for a bit. He nearly tried to drive himself here in a state of total excitement, but I managed to hold him back," Beck explained.

Time seemed to blur as a fine, misty rain descended, draping the city in a hazy, ethereal veil.However, the persistent spring drizzle did nothing to dampen the city's fervor for the premier event of the high-society calendar: Ferdinand's sixtieth birthday gala.Since dawn, the imposing wrought-iron gates of the Sinclair Estate had been besieged by a small army of paparazzi and reporters.They were like hunters lying in wait, cameras at the ready, hoping to snag even a single frame of the elite or a crumb of a headline-worthy quote.Inside the estate, it was a different world entirely.The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the soft rustle of designer silk.The guest list was a literal Who's Who of the American establishment: titans of Wall Street, high-ranking government officials, and military brass.Nearly half of those occupying the pinnacle of New York's social pyramid were present, gold-embossed invitations in

Inside the grand drawing room, the brilliance of the crystal chandeliers mingled with the warm glow from the fireplace, illuminating a hall filled with the nation's elite.Ferdinand sat in the center of the primary sofa, engaged in low-toned conversation with a tight circle of old friends and high-ranking officials.The topic was the earthquake currently rattling the political landscape--the fall of Chapman."...The Ethics Committee is playing for keeps this time. I hear the evidence trail is ironclad," the Chief Strategic Liaison for the Department of Defense remarked, taking a sip of scotch with a hint of grim satisfaction."He's been playing fast and loose for years; it was only a matter of time before the house of cards collapsed," Eliot said, setting down his coffee cup with a cold snort. "It's a shame to see such talent wasted on such a crooked path."Beside him, Senator Sterling shook his head and sighed. "He certainly had the muscle to keep things in line, but he used it to fa

Outside the operating room, in the waiting area.Robin was restlessly spinning his phone in his hand.He looked up just as two nurses wheeled out a pair of transparent incubators and practically bolted from his chair. He rushed over, pulse racing."That was fast! Is... is everyone okay? Are they safe?"Vicky followed closely behind.She leaned over the incubators with intense curiosity, peering at the two infants inside.They were tiny, red, and wrinkled--no bigger than kittens--with their eyes tightly shut.Her brow immediately furrowed in a look of blatant judgment, and the words tumbled out before she could stop them:"Good Lord... they look so... well, unique?" She paused, searching for a more diplomatic term, but ultimately failed. "They're so... pruney."Robin quickly wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his survival instinct kicking into high gear as he offered reassurance."Newborns always look like that! I promise our baby will look a hundred times better!"Vicky shot him a s

Outside Hospital, the first blanket of night had fallen, and the city lights were beginning to shimmer.The crowd of reporters, who had initially gathered expecting some scandalous emergency or crisis, stood ready for a confrontation.Instead, they were met by Sinclair security guards who, with surprisingly warm smiles, handed out thick gold-embossed envelopes."Long day for everyone. Please, enjoy a little something to celebrate the good news with us."The journalists took the envelopes, stunned by their weight. Upon opening them, they found stacks of crisp, new hundred-dollar bills. The inside of the envelopes bore a gold-leaf inscription:Welcome to the World.The realization hit them all at once, and the tension dissolved into a sea of grins.This wasn't a scandal; it was an addition to the dynasty. No wonder the security detail was acting so graciously.Right on cue, the COO of SCA appeared at the hospital entrance.Facing the cameras with a beaming smile, he made the official an