The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 152

Chapter 152 Cutting Contact

Chapter 152: Cutting Contact

After hanging up the phone, Martin couldn't shake off the strange, uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. The possibility of getting more business assets was definitely tempting like a shiny prize dangling right in front of him. But years of business experience had taught him to be careful, especially when deals seemed too good to be true. The Smith family had more problems than a math textbook, and Martin wasn't completely sure he wanted to get tangled up in all their secrets and drama..

Across the room, Gina looked up from the thick novel she was reading, her reading glasses perched on the edge of her nose. Confusion crossed her face as she watched her husband's

s excitement. "What's going on?" she asked curiously, placing her bookmark between the pages and setting the book aside on the small table next to her favorite armchair.

Martin leaned back in his chair with a proud smile spreading across his face, like a cat who had just caught a particularly fat mouse. "Looks like our niece Anya married someone pretty important," he said, clearly pleased with himself. His voice carried that special tone he always used when he had particularly good news to share.

Gina's eyes

lit up with interest, the way they always did when there was family gossip to discuss. "Really? What do you mean?" she asked eagerly, leaning forward in her chair. Her reading glasses slipped down her nose, but she didn't bother pushing them back up. "You know about all the trouble the Smith family's been having lately, right?" Martin asked, watching as Gina nodded in recognition. "Well, it turns out Anya's husband is the one behind all of it. He's been pulling the strings this whole time."

"Wow!" Gina exclaimed, clearly impressed by this revelation. Her eyes widened behind her glasses. "He must be really powerful then. To take on the whole Smith family like that..."

"He certainly is," Martin agreed, his excitement growing with each word. He stood up and started pacing the room, unable to contain his energy. "And now the Smiths are practically begging me to help them. They're so desperate, they're even offering us one of their smaller- companies and some ships to make it worth our while. Can you believe it?"

completely forgotten now. "That's amazing! We should

them yes," Martin said, looking very pleased with himself as he stopped pacing to look out the

husband thoughtfully for a moment before asking, "But what did the Smiths do to make Anya's

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he turned back to face his wife. The excitement in his eyes dimmed slightly. "Well, Emma- you know, Anya's sister is getting divorced," he explained. with a heavy sigh, moving to

genuine concern. She had always had a soft spot for the

hard about what he knew. "But from what I understand, it sounds really serious. Emma told me he got hurt and almost died. She's absolutely determined to make someone

face softened with worry and sympathy. "Poor Emma. She must be going through absolute hell right now. First her marriage falls apart, and then something terrible happens to

them as little girls, running around at family gatherings. "Emma's always been the type to stand her ground. Sometimes she's a bit too stubborn though. Once she sets her mind on something,

down memory lane. His face lit up when he saw Anya's name on the caller ID, and he quickly pressed the answer button, eager to share. his news with his niece. But instead of hearing her voice, he was met with the automated

he tried

like a cold shower - both his nieces had blocked his number. The excitement that had filled him just moments ago drained away,

noticing how Martin's face had changed from happy to worried in the span of a few seconds. She set aside her reading glasses, giving him her full

and Emma have blocked my calls," he said, his voice tight with frustration and confusion. "I don't understand why

and touch his arm gently. "Maybe they're just-busy right now," she said softly, trying to make him feel better. "You know how hectic things can

going on here," he said quietly, his voice taking on a determined edge. "And I'm going to find

hand demandingly. "Let me use your phone," he said, his voice leaving no room for