Billionaire's Match

Chapter 35 Working with the Morrison Group was clearly out of the Fox Group's league. But if there were changes within the company-especially a shift in leadership-then maybe, just maybe, there would be a chance. Trey stopped walking. He pulled out his phone and looked up the latest information. There was nothing about the Morrison heiress. Not a single photo, not even a trace online. She was said to be mysterious-never once had she appeared publicly in the country. He suddenly remembered an old class group chat.

He scrolled back through it for a long time, but the image that had once been sent there had expired. Meanwhile, under the escort of her bodyguards, Khloe entered the underground parking lot through the VIP passage. She and Michael left in separate vans. Michael had already arranged for the reporters outside the terminal to be cleared out, so when Khloe's car exited the garage, the area beyond was completely empty. Then, just as they reached the exit, her van came to a sudden stop. A car had pulled in front of them, blocking the way.

The driver honked twice, and the bodyguard beside Khloe sat up straight, instantly alert. A man stepped out of the blocking car. Khloe, who had been half-asleep, snapped fully awake when she saw who it was. Trey. What was he doing here? Knock, knock. Trey rapped lightly on the car window beside her. He bent slightly, his voice polite and restrained. "Miss Morrison, I'm sorry to disturb you. May I borrow just one minute of your time?" Before Khloe could respond, one of the bodyguards got out, his expression darkening. "Who are you? What do you think you're doing?

stayed calm, his tone steady, his face unreadable. "I've long admired the Morrison Group," he said evenly. "I've been hoping to discuss a potential collaboration. I happened to hear that Miss Morrison was here, so I took the liberty of introducing myself. I was hoping she might grant me a few minutes of her time." "There are plenty

the bodyguard barked at him, Trey smiled faintly. He held out a business card with both hands and glanced once more at the shaded window where she sat. 1/2 +25 Bonus "Miss Morrison," he said, "my company may not rank high in Goldmont City, but our capabilities are on par with any major firm. If you're willing to give us a chance, it could be mutually

him to leave?" Khloe said, "No. He'll do whatever it takes to get what he wants." "What?" The driver looked puzzled, not understanding who she meant. Sure enough, Trey didn't react when his card hit the pavement. Instead, he called to his assistant for another one, which he held out again. "Miss Morrison, please-just take my card.