Billionaire
Billionaire 251

Chapter 251

As night fell, Chloe returned to Greenpeace Manor. For a fleeting moment, she wished the lights were on, filling the place with warmth. But that thought vanished as quickly as it came. She reminded herself that she and Connor had broken up. There was no point in seeking comfort from him anymore.

Determined, Chloe walked into the mansion and switched on every light in every room, flooding the place with brightness. She then turned on the TV in the living room, tuning into the latest hit variety show. The laughter and liveliness filled the air. She cranked up the volume, hoping it would make the house feel less empty. Before she knew it, she had drifted

off on the sofa.

Meanwhile, in the president’s office at CNR Tower, Teddy had just finished his report. “Ms. Chloe is back in the country. She landed in Riverbrook at 11:30 AM. She’s probably at Greenpeace Manor now. Do you… want to go see her?” he asked tentatively.

Teddy knew Connor always kept tabs on Chloe. He hoped they would get back together because Connor was only his true self when he was with her. Otherwise, he was just a relentless workaholic. Teddy, as his personal assistant, was on call around the clock, teetering on the brink of exhaustion. The whole company was grumbling, puzzled by the CEO’s recent obsessive expansion spree. They had been through several acquisition battles in the last few days. Though they won most of them under Connor’s sharp leadership, everyone was completely wiped out.

Connor could work non–stop, but he seemed to forget that others needed rest. The staff was on the verge of a breakdown, and Teddy was no exception. Without Chloe, the company was a pressure cooker ready to explode. Teddy feared he wouldn’t last much longer at this rate.

Connor was reviewing a proposal when Teddy spoke. His brows knitted in frustration. “Teddy, are you implying we’re not busy enough?” His voice was icy, clearly annoyed.

Teddy quickly backtracked. “No, sir. I’ll get back to work.” Recognizing the dismissal, he left

the room.

Once alone, Connor put down his pen and leaned back in his leather chair, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose. He was tired, but rest brought no relief–only thoughts of Chloe. It had been nearly a month since they broke up, officially at least. He touched his forehead, feeling the faint scar where Chloe had struck him during their last fight. The memory stung more than the scar.

He knew he couldn’t go near Chloe now. Though miles away in Italy, Claire had her spies in the company–spies Connor had allowed. He needed them to feed Claire the narrative he wanted her to believe: that his relationship with Chloe was a mere fling devoid of real emotion and that they had completely severed ties. Claire’s suspicions about his three–year cohabitation with Chloe had to be quashed. If Claire realized Chloe was his true weakness, who knew what she might do?

Connor missed Chloe desperately, but he couldn’t risk even a glimpse of her. The stakes were