Billionaire's Match

Chapter 63 Khloe's face was flushed. The scent of alcohol clung to her. Her eyes were a little unfocused, but even drunk, Khloe carried a magnetic beauty that could make heads turn. Charlotte watched her, understanding the thoughts running through those men's heads. Khloe was formidable in business, but alone as a woman, she was still a target. Charlotte couldn't talk her out of it; all she could do was follow her back to the table. The laughter hit them from across the room, loud and crude, carrying even to the doorway. "Her proposal's decent, but the project? Not so much." "I'd invest...

if she's willing to give me a taste..." "Khloe's face, and figure-she's top tier, hahaha!" Khloe froze. Every word carried clearly to her ears. Charlotte's blood boiled. She wanted to storm forward and shut them up, but Khloe held her back. Drunk as she was, her mind was still sharp. She had drunk all that alcohol. There was no way she was letting them leave without signing that contract tonight. "Recorder on?" Khloe asked Charlotte. Charlotte nodded, pulling it out immediately. This was routine-always record business discussions just in case.

telling Charlotte to wait outside. She pushed the door open and locked it behind her. The men froze. Khloe had returned far too quickly. Had she overheard their conversation? She grabbed

a faintly lecherous gleam. "Miss Roswell, thoughts? Sure,

two hundred thousand to the investment. Deal?" The air shifted instantly. On the surface, they were negotiating terms-but beneath it, they were trying to intimidate her. Khloe didn't flinch. She smiled. "You three are seasoned investors. You should understand