Billionaire's Match

"Dinner works too," Nick said. He actually only had time at noon; dinner meant he would have to cancel an engagernent. "I can't do dinner either," Khloe said awkwardly. She had a meeting with investors scheduled for later that night. "I see. Then, when will you be free?" Nick's voice was calm, almost detached, but his fingers resting on the desk twitched slightly, curling inward. "I'm not sure... maybe in a week. I'll contact you then?" Khloe had barely finished her words when someone called her over about some data. She answered immediately. "Sorry, Mr. Hunt.

I'm a bit busy-have to hang up.' "Khloe..." Before he could say any more, the line went dead. For a moment, he was frozen. It was the first time someone had ever hung up on him. Was she really busy-or just making an excuse? His expression darkened. He immediately called Lenny into the office. "Find out what's going on at the Morrison Group. Why is she so busy?" His tone was sharp, not the usual calm demeanor he carried. Lenny felt a jolt of tension. Nick's temperament was usually steady and icy. Lenny had never seen him show such a clear sign of displeasure.

the only connection he could think of at the mention of the Morrison Group. Nick said nothing, his gaze fixed on the desk. The room suddenly felt colder. Lenny straightened. "I've been tracking Miss Roswell's movements.

eyes flickered with interest. Lenny relayed everything he had learned. Khloe had recently been actively coordinating with various investors. The meeting tonight happened to be with a newly affiliated investment arm under the Hunt Group-yet to be announced publicly. "So... her evening is blocked because of an investor meeting," Nick murmured. Lenny hadn't caught the words clearly. "Sir... any instructions?" "Find out the location of Khloe's meeting. I'll rearrange my evening schedule." Nick's voice was

of drinking at the table. Finally, she 1/2 Chapter 62 +25 Bonus excused herself and ran to the restroom to vomit. Raising funds meant entertaining clients-drinks were inevitable-but none of her five subordinates could handle alcohol. She had to go alone. Even if her team could drink, she couldn't let the girls suffer for her. "Khloe, that's enough... I think