Betrayed? I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270

He didn’t say it aloud, but the bitterness was palpable.

Even though Gavin was staring at me (already heading toward my apartment), Alden felt the resentment.

te patted Gavin’s shoulder. “Your progress bar’s been stuck for ages. Do a good deed–might bring you lock

Savin scoffed. “You think playing cupid for you is a good deed?”

Why not?”

More like a sin.” Gavin shot him a look. “Chloe’s right–clean up your own mess first.”

Chloe’s Perspective

glanced up at the sound of the door. Elara stood there, still in her outside shoes.

Don’t expect a welcome,” I groaned, sprawled on the couch after a brutal client meeting. “I’m dead today.”

Your ex…” Elara gestured across the hall, amused. “Wants you for hotpot. Saw your Instagram post.”

frowned. “How is he seeing my Instagram?”

blocked him ages ago!

Then it hit me.

Elara voiced my suspicion: “Maybe he used a burner account?”

Exactly.

¡winging my legs off the couch, I trudged to the door. “Let

You’re actually going?”

go.”

Jara seemed surprised, probably ready to make excuses for

Free hotpot? Hell yeah.”

dragged her toward the door, not even changing shoes.

Besides…. if Elara’s treating Mrs. Sinclair, having Aiden owe her a favor couldn’t hurt.

When we walked in, Aiden shot Gavin a don’t you dare–sabotage–me look.

Gavin responded with an ice–cold stare that could freeze hell.

I’d already stocked the fridge with fresh groceries, ready to cook for Elara when she got home.

Now? All ruined.

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Hotpot.

Hotpot for four.

Double the romance–pot.

We settled around the table with practiced familiarity–Gavin and I on one side, Chloe across from me. Alden naturally slid in beside Chine, facing Gavin.

Aiden rummaged through Gavin’s kitchen and produced a brand new divided pot. “I bought a bunch of soup bases, pick to.”

I could’ve sworn Aiden didn’t eat spicy.

But before I could speak, Chloe cut in, a sweetly dangerous smile on her face.

The numbing spice and the fire breathing chili.”

My words died in my throat.

Beside me, Gavin chuckled darkly, “I’m in.”

Talk about kicking a man when he’s down.

Aiden’s eye twitched. He turned to me like I was his last lifeline. “Elara… you want those too, right?”

I caught Chloe’s barely–there nod. “Yeah. Those.”

The meal was… brutally satisfying.

By the time we finished, Aiden looked like he’d run a marathon through hell. The moment Chloe made her exit, he bolted too–not even waiting for Gavin to

kick him out.

Third–person POV

The knock came exactly as Chloe expected. She opened the door to find the usually polished fourth young master of the Sinclair family flushed red–whether From spice or fury was hard to tell.

Fourth Young Master Sinclair.“Her voice was ice. “Something else?”

The casual title he’d always hated tightened his jaw. “You never called me that before.”

n college, everyone else sucked up to him with that formal nonsense. Not her.

Back then, she’d whisper “Aiden” against his shoulder–her clear voice turning tender in ways that unraveled him completely.

Now her expression didn’t even flicker. “What do you want me to call you, then? Pay up enough, and I’ll say whatever you want.”

The words visibly struck a nerve.

He’d been patient–using a backup account to follow her socials, arranging this whole hotpot night just because she’d mentioned craving it.

Since when did Sinclair’s fourth son beg for a woman’s attention?

His eyes burned crimson. “Whatever I want? If I pay enough, can I sleep with you?”

He stared, waiting for the explosion–for her to curse him or slap him like she would’ve years ago.

Instead, Chloe leaned against the doorframe and let out a soft laugh. “Depends on your offer. The line of guys wanting to sleep with me is pretty long these days.”

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Before he could process that, she stepped back and slammed the door in his face.

For a second, Aiden wondered if he’d hallucinated. He sucked in a sharp breath, fighting the urge to kick the door down. Settled for driving his foot into the wall instead.

Tack!”

Pain lanced through his toes. Hopping on one foot, he growled at the closed door, “Let’s see who dares touch you then.”

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