Billionaire's Match

Chapter 32 Khloe nodded. After the banquet, Michael drove her back to the hotel. He had already heard about what had happened during dinner. Nick's sudden appearance had surprised him too. "You handled yourself well tonight," Michael said, his tone a mix of pride and regret. "That should be enough to shut some people up. Still, I should've taken better care of you. I'm sorry." 2 "There's nothing to be sorry for," Khloe said quickly. "I didn't make too many mistakes this time, and it's all thanks to you, Michael. Besides, your friend helped me out too." "Friend?" Michael blinked.

"Winnie," Khloe said. Her long lashes fluttered slightly, and her gaze held a quiet note of curiosity. Maybe it was instinct, but she felt something subtle between Michael and Winnie-something unsaid. "Oh, her." Michael cleared his throat. "She's fine, I guess, but I wouldn't say we're friends." The way he dodged the topic made it clear enough. Khloe didn't press. She wasn't the kind of person who pried into things people preferred to keep private. Michael shifted the conversation. "It's rare for Nick to show up at an event like this. I'd say he came for you.

Looks like he's got a good impression of you-the engagement should be as good as settled." "I'll handle it," Khloe said. "But 'good impression' doesn't mean much." An arranged marriage was still an arrangement. Best not to mix feelings into it. And she'd already learned how dangerous a man's affection could be. Trey had been kind to her once too-at first. Back in her room, she changed clothes. For the ball, she chose a red fishtail gown that hugged her waist and moved lightly when she walked.

her phone and practiced along. Her movements were naturally graceful, and the steps weren't too hard to follow. After a few tries, she could already move as if she'd done it before. She kept practicing until the start of

sitting nearby, drinking one glass after another. The moment she heard the name, she turned sharply, eyes narrowing. "Khloe. Everything's always about Khloe!" Her voice trembled with drink and anger. The next second, the glass slipped from

me what tricks did you use to seduce him?" Khloe had been scanning the room when a sudden, harsh tug on her arm jerked her back. Veronica's voice came crashing over her. "Veronica," Khloe said, her voice cold but steady. "My relationship with Mr. Hunt isn't something I owe you an explanation for. Please, have some respect." She pulled her arm free and turned to leave, but Veronica's heel caught on her gown. The sound of fabric tearing broke through the music-a sharp, ugly rip. "Veronica," Khloe snapped, anger flaring in her chest. "I've been patient out