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.

are the Morrison heiress, the one who inherited billions?" The comment made even the classmates who had viewed Khloe favorably shift uncomfortably: Everyone had come to reminisce, not to play

really telling the truth," Khloe said, eyes glinting. Denise, fuming, pulled out her phone. "Fine. Watch closely. I'll call the Morrison heiress, let her speak to you all, and tell you whether she really knows Khloe. "If you're lying, Khloe, I

you to record a video apology and send it to the alumni group. You must admit you've been jealous of me all this time, that you've never gotten over it, and that from now on, you will correct yourself and learn from me how to conduct yourself properly." The punishment was sharp, cruelly tailored to Denise's weak spot. Her face drained of color. But she swallowed