Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 314: Quick Chat

At first, anger was all Darren could feel. An overwhelming rush of irritation. If Caldwell was right in front of him, he would have snapped his fat chinless neck.

But anger was detrimental. Anger would cause him to act on emotion rather than logic. Anger would stop him from thinking.

And if there was anything Darren required deeply at this time, it was to think.

He gently placed his phone on a table, turned to take a look at Penny.

She was still fast asleep, beautiful in her rest.

He walked to her, and covered her with a blanket.

Letting out a sigh, he pushed open the light wooden door of her suite, the cool tile floor grounding him as he padded barefoot down the sun-warmed hallway.

Evening was coming.

The resort's light filtered through the glass windows, casting purple patterns on the walls, and the distant crash of waves from the nearby ocean provided a soothing backdrop.

Unable to help it, his mind raced with Brooklyn's report. Why the hell would his sponsors even be gathered today?! It's a weekend.

What kind of coincidence was it that they were gathered in the headquarters, the same day a couple of mysterious agents appeared with an offer to buy his stocks.

Was he being betrayed? Not just by Caldwell but all his sponsors and associates.

Nevertheless, reminding himself he had to concentrate, he forced a calm exterior, his broad shoulders rolling as he descended the spiral staircase.

He could hear laughter and chatter from below, growing louder as he descended. It was a melodic blend of feminine voices that eased the knot in his chest.

A part of him had expected a cat fight. Thankfully not the case.

'At least something's going right,' he thought, a rare moment of relief washing over him amid the chaos of his empire's threats.

He stepped out onto the terrace overlooking the infinity pool, the azure water shimmering under the evening sun.

The women were scattered in a picturesque scene of leisure: Rachel was lounging on a chaise with a mimosa in hand, her long hair cascading over one side as she chatted animatedly with Kara and Amelia, their bikinis a riot of colors against the white cushions.

Kara, ever the lively one, splashed playfully in the shallow end, her toned figure cutting through the water as she teased Amelia, who sipped a cocktail from the pool's edge, her legs dangling in.

Olivia and Tamara stood nearby, refilling drinks at the outdoor bar, their laughter ringing out over some shared joke, while Cheyenne reclined under an umbrella, a book in her lap but her attention on the group.

The air smelled of sunscreen, citrus, and the faint salt of the sea, and Darren paused at the threshold, watching them interact with genuine warmth.

No catty glances, no forced smiles, just easy camaraderie.

'Hmm. Would you look at that? They're actually getting along,' he mused internally, a flicker of pride cutting through his worry.

He adjusted his boxers; making sure he didn't look like he had just had sex with two women.

Then he cleared his throat, stepping forward.

"Ladies, sorry to interrupt the fun."

The conversation hushed, heads turning his way with varying degrees of curiosity.

Darren squatted low, his elbows resting on his knees, trying to appear as casual as he could.

Rachel's eyes met his first, her brow furrowing in a worried crease, her gold bikini glinting as she sat up straighter.

"You were away for quite a while," she said.

"Yeah," Darren looked at her. "Had to get something done."

Rachel smiled knowingly. "I hope Ileana is feeling better now."

Darren, knowing he had been caught, lowered his head, hiding a smile. "Yes, yes. She feels fine."

Rachel smirked, then resumed her relaxing posture. "Okay."

Shaking his head, Darren looked at the rest of the women. "Cheyenne, Tamara, Olivia? Mind if I borrow you for a quick chat?"

Cheyenne lifted a brow at him. One that questioned his audacity to 'borrow' her like she was a pencil.

Olivia and Tamara only appeared curious.

"It's about work," Darren rectified. "Nothing major."

The others exchanged glances. Kara tilted her head from the pool, water dripping from her curls.

"Everything okay, boss? Sounds mysterious."

Amelia nodded, her cocktail paused mid-sip, while Rachel shot Darren a worried look, her hand tightening on her glass as if bracing for bad news.

Darren offered a reassuring smile, waving it off. "It's fine, really. I just want their opinion on something."

Rachel opened her mouth as if to press further, but he gave her a gentle nod. "Trust me, Rach. Just enjoy the pool, and…. We'll join back soon."

She bit her lip to hold back her questions, though her eyes lingered on him with unspoken concern.

Why wasn't he asking for my opinion, she wondered.

Cheyenne set her book aside, rising gracefully from her lounge chair. She picked up a delicate white lace cover-up and wore it over her minimalistic bikini; the one that draped that luscious, voluptuous body of hers like a teasing veil.

It hugged the generous swell of her full breasts, the lace patterns tracing the deep cleavage that hinted at the expensive, form-fitting swimwear beneath.

Her mature curves—wide hips flaring into a rounded, firm backside, and a cinched waist that accentuated her hourglass silhouette—moved with confidence, the lace shifting to reveal glimpses of tanned skin as she walked.

Tamara and Olivia followed without fuss, not bothering to wear anything over their swimsuits. Their beautiful fair skin and ravishing curves followed them as they went after Darren.

As the other women watched, they trailed him inside, curious of what this was all about.

He led them to the villa's game room. It was a spacious area with dark wood paneling, leather armchairs, and a professional pool table at the center, cues racked neatly on the wall.

Darren flicked on the lights, the green felt of the table glowing under the overhead lamps, balls already racked in a tight triangle.

"You play?" he asked them.

Olivia shrugged. "Sometimes."

Cheyenne looked insulted by the question. "Have you ever seen me in a casino,

Steele?"

Tamara seemed interested. "I've always thought it was a cool sport."

Darren glanced at them one after the other. "Good," he declared. "Figured we could talk over a game."

Cheyenne narrowed her eyes at him.

He grabbed a cue and chalked it easily.

"Keeps things light. Helps me think. Strategize"

"Strategize for what?" Olivia asked.