Ch. Claimed By Mr. Billionaire 130 Claimed By Mr. Billionaire 130

Chapter 130 A Desperate Imitation. 

Finished 

It was the first time Bobby had ever seen Trevor drink himself into this kind of stupor. He hurried forward, concern etched all over his face. “Trevor, what’s going on? How did you get this drunk?” 

Trevor was already far gone. He mumbled over and over in a hoarse and broken voice, “Summer, why did you betray me? Why don’t you love me anymore?” 

Bobby had been stunned ever since hearing the explosive news earlier that afternoon. 

At first, he thought Yvette was just stirring up trouble when she said Summer had gotten involved with Fraser. 

But now, seeing Trevor like this, he had no choice but to believe it. 

Bobby sat down beside him, trying to offer some comfort. “Trevor, that’s enough. If you keep drinking, your stomach’s going to bleed again.” 

Trevor shoved him away, grabbing another glass and pouring himself a full drink. 

Bobby scowled and snatched the glass from his hand. “Come on, it’s just a woman! Turn off the lights, get in bed: aren’t they all the same? The difference is just how good their body feels, better or worse; that’s it. Is this really worth it?” 

He leaned closer, lowering his voice persuasively. “Besides, you’ve got someone right here who can fill that empty space in your heart.” 

Bobby’s eyes glinted as an idea struck him. 

Right. Why hadn’t I thought of this sooner? 

He whipped out his phone and quickly fired off a message to Peyton. Trevor’s drunk. Come to The Qube. He’s all yours tonight. 

The room was quiet when Peyton arrived. Trevor was sprawled on the couch, already asleep 

The sharp, aloof edge he always carried was gone. Now, up close, all she could smell was the heavy stench of alcohol that clung to him. 

Peyton stared at him, her heart pounding, her mind made up. 

This time, I will not fail again 

She took the access card Bobby had given her and waved down a hotel staff member. With their help, she brought Trevor to an executive suite in the hotel. When the door opened, they hauled him onto the massive 18–meter-wide white bed. 

Peyton took a deep breath and used almost all her strength to get Trevor’s shirt off, revealing the hard, defined lines of his abs, sculpted to perfection. 

She slipped off her shawl as well, and she leaned in to unbuckle his belt. 

Suddenly, Trevor turned over, mumbling in his sleep. “Summer, Summer! Don’t leave me. 

The sound of that name made Peyton freeze. 

Summer. Again. 

She lay softly against Trevor’s bare chest, her hand gliding over his skin. Her voice was sugary sweet. Trevor, look at me… I’m your dearest Peyton.” 

But Trevor, drunk as he was, groaned and muttered, “No… not Peyton. I want Summer…” 

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12:30 PM 

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Chapter 130 A CHCHR mation 

Finisher 

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All he could recall was drinking himself into oblivion at The Qube alone 

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The rustle of fabric woke Peyton. She blinked open sleepy eyes, ca vor sanding them and immediavely her chemos fushed a debate pink. 

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Trevor was already dressed, but his expression was dark as huntermilkuck. Why are you here 

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