บททั้งหมดของ Dumped Her Ex, Married A Secret Billionaire: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

“So that’s Caesar Hasley?” Liam was the first to break the silence, his tone dripping with undisguised scorn. “Ethel… is his daughter?”Cecilia slowly pulled her gaze back from the car window and gave a slight nod, her fingers tightening unconsciously. “This might be complicated. Caesar is infamous for spoiling his daughter. He has no principles when it comes to her.”Everyone knew Ethel had grown up abroad with her mother and was practically a stranger to her father.By the time she returned, Caesar’s legal empire was at its peak—his firm, H&H, had a near monopoly on the country’s most critical cases. Criminal, corporate, financial—he hadn’t lost a single one.Yet, her father's prestige earned neither her respect nor admiration—only endless indulgence born from his guilt.Especially after Ethel got involved with Gordon, she became stubborn and blind to reality.Everyone knew Gordon was a notorious playboy and utterly unfit for marriage, yet she refused to see reason, deluding herself

Inside the car, Cecilia went cold.She instinctively curled up, trying to hide in the shadow beneath the dashboard. It was useless.“Cecilia! Did you really attack Ethel?!”“Does MT’s silence mean they’re admitting guilt?!”“Is your father deliberately avoiding this? We need a statement!”The windows shuddered under a barrage of pounding hands and camera lenses, threatening to shatter.Cecilia’s breath hitched, her fingers turning to ice. She was drowning, suffocating in the chaotic siege.Then—A tall figure tore through the mob, planting himself in front of the car like an unshakable shield.Liam.An aura of glacial intensity radiated from him. His gaze swept over the mob like arctic ice. Every word he spoke fell with absolute clarity into the suddenly dead silence.“It wasn’t her.” His voice was iron-clad, leaving no room for doubt. “—I did it.”The parking lot fell into an eerie, utter silence.

VIP Lounge, ManhattanThe heavy door sealed off the noise from outside, leaving the private lounge in a stifling silence.Liam and Caesar sat opposite each other, an invisible tension stretching taut between them.Liam picked up his glass, fingertips tracing the cool surface. He took a sip and spoke first. "I'm listening."Caesar didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pulled a folder from his briefcase but made no move to hand it over. His eyes fixed on Liam, his tone cautious."Before we begin, I'm curious—how did you learn about the will?"A faint, ambiguous smile touched Liam's lips."As you know, Cecilia can be impulsive. When she's upset, she says things." He paused, his gaze sharpening as his voice turned cold and emphatic. "But I know her grandfather was no fool. The terms of the will are nothing like what she described.""What did she say?" Caesar leaned forward almost imperceptibly.Liam's tone laced with unmasked scorn. "She claimed that once married, she would gain full con

The next morning, Cecilia slowly opened her eyes.The familiar scent still lingered in the air, but the enormous bed was empty except for her.Rubbing her sore wrist, she sat up drowsily and looked around. No one.Her phone, silenced the night before, lit up and dimmed repeatedly on the nightstand.She picked it up indifferently—over fifty missed calls, all from the same number.She frowned almost imperceptibly.That number… her father?The first call came around midnight. Why was he calling so late?After a moment's hesitation, she called back.The line connected almost instantly. A weak, nearly broken voice answered: "Cecilia.""What is it?" she asked warily.Walking into the living room, she saw breakfast laid out, still faintly steaming. A note on the table read: Eat your breakfast.She sat down, waiting silently for a response.Margaret's voice trembled, thick with unshed tears. "Your father… he's been in an accident. Can you come see him?"Clink.The spoon slipped from Cecilia's

Sinclair ManorA black helicopter cut a sharp arc across the blue sky, circling over the mountaintop villa before its heavy rotor blades shattered the peaceful silence. It descended slowly onto a private helipad.The cabin door opened. Murphy stepped out.His posture was straight, his movements efficient and panther-like as he crossed the meticulously manicured gardens toward the manor's heavy, carved doors."Master Murphy, Master Liam is waiting for you in the third-floor study," the steward greeted him respectfully, taking his coat with familiar deference.Murphy gave an almost imperceptible nod and silently ascended the thickly carpeted stairs.In the third-floor study, a tall figure stood quietly before the floor-to-ceiling window.The afternoon sun cast a long shadow behind him.One hand rested lightly on the window frame, his deep eyes gazing outward.In under a minute, the closed door opened from the outside.