Billionaire's Match

"Got it... got it! Not a word of what happened here today will be repeated or reach anyone else!" Khloe watched the three men sign the contracts, then lifted the champagne glass on the table. She toasted them with elegance to the project's success. Once it was over, the tension she had forced herself to hold vanished entirely. The moment the door swung open, Charlotte, standing outside, practically cried with relief, rushing forward and hugging half of Khloe's body tightly.

"Khloe, are you okay?" "Take it." Khloe tossed the signed contract to Charlotte, her own strength spent to the point of collapse. But before they could even leave the hotel, a group of men in black rushed out, surrounding them. Charlotte instinctively stepped in front of Khloe. "Who are you? Stay back, or I'll call the police!" "What happened to her?" A low, commanding male voice cut through the chaos, unmistakably authoritative. Charlotte looked up to see a man emerging, draped in a heavy wool coat.

His figure was imposing, upright and commanding, almost regal-simply standing there seemed enough to make people instinctively bow. "Khloe... she's... she's had too much to drink." Charlotte didn't recognize the man but was unnerved by his presence, and the words came out instinctively. Nick's brow furrowed, his gaze locking on Khloe. She was disheveled-hair loose, face unnaturally flushed, " fragile and pitiful in a way she rarely allowed herself to appear. "Bring her to me." The command was firm. Charlotte hadn't even processed it when Khloe was already in his arms.

his broad chest. "Wait-" Charlotte froze, about to run after them, but someone blocked her way. Lenny explained briefly, "Mr. Hunt is Miss Roswell's fiancé. He will take her home. You've done enough; we'll have

responded immediately, understanding completely. Nick had arrived later than expected, but seeing

Khloe clung stubbornly to his collar, her body 1/2 heavy. He raised a hand, paused, and didn't move her. The warm scent of alcohol and her soft body enveloped him, yet she slept with surprising calm, her breathing steady, lips faintly moving How much did she drink? His brow furrowed slightly as he gently tilted her chin with a gloved hand, seeking a clearer view of her face in the dim