The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 260

Chapter 124: Where Did She Go?-1

The lobby seemed to shrink the moment Dahlia Blackwood stepped inside.

Even without a word, her presence commanded the space. Every line of her posture radiated elegance and quiet authority, the kind that needed no introduction. Heads would bow, voices would lower-because a woman like her did not simply arrive. She arrived.

Damien held himself tall, shoulders squared, but there was a subtle shift in him-an almost. imperceptible softening in his gaze, the kind reserved only for his mother. For all his ruthlessness, in front of Dahlia, he wasn’t untouchable. He was her son.

“You’ve been keeping yourself too busy,” Dahlia said, her eyes sweeping over him with sharp precision, though her hand lingered for one more heartbeat on his cheek. “Always running, never resting.”

Damien’s lips curved faintly. “Says the woman who flew across the ocean without warning.”

A small smile tugged at her mouth. “Touché.”

Nick chuckled under his breath, earning a sidelong look from Dahlia that was both amused and chiding. “Nicholas Ashcroft,” she said, her tone laced with fondness. “You still can’t resist inserting yourself into other people’s moments.”

He grinned wider. “Guilty as charged, Aunt Dahlia. But you know you love me for it.”

Her laugh, low and genuine, startled the air with warmth before fading just as quickly into

composure.

Behind them, James and Lee stood respectfully, their greetings acknowledged with a firm nod. Dahlia’s gaze lingered on each of them, weighing, assessing, but her tone remained measured, polished. “It’s good to see familiar faces still standing by my son.”

Maya shifted nervously in the background, her fingers tightening on the hem of her dress. Dahlia hadn’t even looked her way yet, but the weight of her presence pressed down like a storm cloud. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be invisible or noticed-and both possibilities terrified her.

Harper, beside her, angled herself slightly behind a column, pretending to admire the lobby’s décor. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me.

Before the moment grew too formal, Damien asked, his voice gentler than usual, “How was your trip, Mom? And… what brings you here?”

Her smile faltered, poise giving way to something more fragile. “It was… tiring,” she admitted

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