Betrayed? I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258

Third–person POV

The “little shit” in question was leaning against the wall in a nearby corridor, watching a slender figure standing on a balcony, her back to him as she

took a call.

Chloe had always been too thin. Back in the day, holding her had felt like holding a bag of bones. She seemed to have put on a few pounds since then, but she still looked…. fragile. Like he could scoop her up with one arm without any effort.

Chloe had squeezed in time to attend Elara’s celebration tonight, but her boss and clients had been blowing up her phone non–stop. With one hand holding the phone to her ear and the other braced on the balcony railing, she replied with endless patience. “Yes. Correct. That’s right. We’ll go over the specifics face–to–face tomorrow. I can’t possibly guarantee a win for you…”

Aiden didn’t know when she’d developed this much patience. She wasn’t like this in college. And when she’d broken up with m? She’d been provoked enough to slap him across the face. The fourth son of the Sinclair family, used to people fawning over him wherever he went, had never been slapped before.

Chloe ended the call and turned around. As if sensing him, her eyes immediately locked with his sharp, narrow ones from across the corridor.

She was nearsighted and wasn’t wearing her glasses today, so she couldn’t make out the emotion in his gaze. She decided to simply pretend she hadn’t seen him at all, averting her eyes and walking purposefully in the opposite direction.

“Looking for Elara?” A deep, cool, and annoyingly pleasant voice carried down the hallway. It sounded detached, almost bored.

Chloe paused mid–step. “You’ve seen her?”

“I’ll take you to her. She’s in a lounge, examining my mother’s legs. My father and the others are also-”

He didn’t get to finish. Chloe’s expression shuttered completely. She didn’t even spare him a glance before striding away, her heels clicking decisively on the floor.

She pulled out her phone as she walked, texting Elara directly.

She’d already been humiliated by his family once. She didn’t want a repeat performance.

Elara’s POV

I had just finished carefully rolling down Mrs. Sinclair’s trouser legs when a notification chimed on my phone. A message from Chloe.

[Babe, I had a bit to drink and I’m feeling dizzy. Heading to the car to wait for you. Come out when you can.]

Since Chloe had my car keys, I wasn’t worried about her. I just sent back a quick thumbs–up emoji.

Benjamin stepped forward and handed me a crisp, white business card.

“Miss Windsor, this is my card. Could I also get your contact information? Once I have my mother settled here in the city, I’ll be able to give you the

address.”

For families like this, house calls were a given.

And so was a different fee structure.

Alexander had already stated the terms: half a million per visit, with an additional ten million bonus upon Hannah’s full recovery. But his tone hadn’t been condescending at all; it was layered with genuine gratitude.

Now, Hearing Benjamin’s words, Alexander immediately added, “You two should exchange numbers and use WhatsApp. It’ll make discussing your mother’s progress much easier.”

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