Billionaire's Match

Chapter 43 Khloe's lips curved into a faint smile. "What a coincidence. I do know the Morrison heiress, and I know quite a few people in the Morrison family. To me, the Morrisons are as familiar as my own family." At Khloe's words, the room fell silent. Surprise flickered in everyone's eyes. Her tone was calm, unshakably serious, not the slightest hint of a joke. For a moment, nobody could tell if she was lying. This was absurd. Denise knew the Morrison heiress, and now Khloe claimed to know her too.

The Morrison family wasn't just any family-they were Goldmont City's top-tier elite, figures only ever glimpsed in the media. And here, in a tiny reunion, two people supposedly had access to them. 1 And Khloe's claim-"as familiar as my own family"? That was outrageous. A stifled snicker escaped Denise, and soon the laughter spread through the group. "Khloe, do you think we're all idiots? You know the Morrison heiress, fine. But familiar as your own family? Then how are you even here?" Denise shook her head, flabbergasted. Khloe had really outdone herself this time.

Everyone had come to reminisce, not to play games of pretense and status. Khloe's smile widened. "Exactly. You got it right. I am the Morrison family's only

to you all, and

on, you will correct yourself and learn from me how to conduct yourself properly." The punishment was sharp, cruelly tailored to Denise's weak