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.

their conversation? She grabbed the investment contract off the side and staggered toward the head of the table. "Mr. Stinson, Mr. Ramsay, Mr. Mitchell," she began, her voice steady despite the

I'd like to know if you have any concrete thoughts on the project itself." Samuel Stinson put down his glass, belched, and smirked with a faintly lecherous gleam. "Miss Roswell, thoughts? Sure, but we're here to enjoy ourselves too, right? If you can have another round with us, who knows-maybe we'll sign the contract tonight." Anthony Ramsay

it, they were trying to