Billionaire's Match

Chapter 3 Author: Tangy Candy As Khloe moved to get into the car, Trey quickly smoothed his expression and moved to join her, as was their usual routine for the drive to the office at that hour. "Have your assistant drive you," Khloe said evenly. "I've got an appointment with a realtor. I'm going to look at a house." Trey froze in surprise. "But there's a major company meeting today-" "This property is about to have multiple offers. If I don't see it today, it will be gone." Khloe cut him off, her tone placid. A faint smile played on her lips, not quite reaching her eyes.

"Besides, you're always the one telling me that work is endless, and that I should learn to treat myself once in a while." For a reason he couldn't pinpoint, a chill ran down Trey's spine. He forced an easygoing smile. "Alright, then I'll skip the office too. I'll come with you." "That's not necessary." Her smile widened, bright and almost girlish, as she turned and lightly tapped a finger against his chest. "I want to pick it out myself. Once I've made up my mind, I'll take you to see it." Of course, she saw right through him. He didn't want to accompany her; he wanted to supervise her.

If the property was purchased jointly, it would ultimately become an asset for him and Angela. Her voice was so playful it made Trey's heart skip a beat. He caught her wrist. "So it's a surprise for me?" "Of course it is." Khloe's smile stiffened for a second before she pulled her hand away. "Alright. I'll let you have your way," Trey murmured, his voice dropping as he slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a casual embrace. Khloe had no room to retreat, forcing herself to stand still and not flinch from his touch.

But as he watched her car disappear down the street, the pleasant facade melted from his face. Was it his imagination, or had she changed? Or was it just a woman's intuition-had she picked up on something and was now acting out of jealousy toward Angela? He tugged irritably at his tie. He couldn't let Khloe get under his skin. It didn't matter how capable she was, or how devoted she had been. In the end, he would only ever have one wife: Angela. An hour later, Khloe stood before a floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the financial district.

The unit was a single-level penthouse, fully finished with top-grade materials and state-of-the-art smart-home technology. The décor struck a balance between minimalist and ultra-luxurious, every furnishing chosen with impeccable taste. Though not the largest floor plan-just over 3,000 square feet-it occupied the most coveted address in the entire city. She could already imagine how breathtaking the view would be when the city lights began to shimmer after dark. "I'll take it. Please prepare the paperwork.

The deed will be in my name only," Khloe told the sales manager with quiet satisfaction. The property was turnkey ready. That meant she could walk away from that suffocating, disgusting so-called "home" whenever she pleased. "Of course, right away." The manager's eyes lit up with pleasant surprise. He had assumed she was just browsing, but her decisive purchase instantly elevated her status. He personally escorted her to the VIP lounge, ordered refreshments, and went to prepare the contract. All Khloe had to do was sign and swipe her card; his team would handle the rest.

She was waiting when a shrill, imperious voice cut through the calm. "So you're the one trying to steal the apartment I had my eye on?" Khloe turned to see a young woman in head-to-toe designer striding toward her, flanked by two bodyguards and trailed by another sales manager. "Are you speaking to me?" Khloe asked mildly. "Who else would I be talking to? I called dibs on the unit in Bouvardia Ave! It's mine!" The woman ripped off her sunglasses, revealing sharp, glamorous eyes flashing with pure entitlement. "The manager never mentioned the unit was reserved, and you haven't paid a deposit.

The woman stamped her foot-twice-in a show of frustration. "I don't care! I don't need your permission. I have priority here. Whether you like it or not, you need to back off!" "Priority?" Khloe arched an eyebrow. "Our policy is to prioritize clients based on their financial

tone dripping with open disdain. Khloe's brows drew together. "This policy really does leave a person... speechless." Just then, the original manager returned, looking deeply apologetic. He leaned in and whispered, "I'm so sorry. That young lady is a member of the Olson family-the heiress

patronizing. "I understand you're disappointed, but rules are rules." "I'm not disappointed," Khloe replied, a cool smile touching her lips. "I'm just pointing out that, by your own rules, my financial standing gives me priority over hers. This apartment is mine. Please process the paperwork quickly. I don't have all day." Khloe's words hung in

disbelief. The female manager frantically scanned her tablet. It couldn't be. Anyone with a higher net worth than the Olsons would have triggered system-wide alerts, and the general manager would have been personally notified to greet them. Judging by Khloe's simple, understated clothes, she couldn't possibly be from established old money. A newly rich upstart, at best. "Miss, perhaps you don't fully understand our process," the manager said,

with far more than just social climbers and snobs. The male manager looked doubtful but proceeded with the verification all the same. Meanwhile, upstairs in a private viewing suite, a curtain fluttered. A tall, imposing figure stood and murmured to his assistant, who immediately began issuing commands, "Mr. Hunt has given instructions. Tell them to

the sofa, perfectly composed. The female manager had lost all patience. "Miss, please stop overestimating yourself. Maybe you can afford one property, but that's probably the extent of your wealth. Don't waste Miss Olson's time any further, or I'll have to call security to escort you out."

forgiveness. Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens next." Khloe observed the newcomer with detached curiosity. The woman appeared to be even younger than her-barely twenty years old, embodying the quintessential spoiled heiress who had never been denied a thing in her life. Khloe smiled

her retort, the male manager came rushing back, his face pale and beaded with sweat. "Miss Morrison, my heartfelt apologies! You absolutely have priority! Please, forgive our terrible oversight!" The revelation sent a shockwave through the sales team. Khloe's verified assets were in the hundreds of billions. And her identity? She

on me..." Miss Olson turned to stone, her eyes wide with horror. Morrison? From the Morrison family? In this city, a single word from them could make markets rise or fall. "Please hurry

scam!" she snapped, convincing herself it was the only explanation. She gestured sharply to her bodyguards, who moved to physically remove Khloe from the premises. But before they could lay a hand on her, a new group of men in dark suits flowed into the lobby, swiftly forming a