Billionaire's Match

Chapter 67 "I'll have one of my investment subsidiaries join this project," Nick said. "Increase the funding twofold-it'll be easier to manage if there's more capital. Just say her proposal looks solid, promising, and that we're choosing to invest proactively." "Understood," Lenny replied. Nick's approach to work had always been pragmatic. Yet today, Lenny realized he'd witnessed something rare: a man acting on instinct for someone he cared about. And this was unprecedented-Nick, meticulous as he was about risk, never invested blindly without fully auditing a project.

"Right," Nick said after a moment, calling Lenny again. He stared at his fingers as if lost in thought before finally speaking. "Check Khloe's relationship history." He had learned that she'd only had one college romance, and at the time, he had little interest in the details. "Yes," Lenny responded, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He remembered clearly: Nick had said that for a marriage arrangement, only the most basic personal information mattered. Everything else was irrelevant. The next morning. Khloe woke early, as her body clock dictated, even with a lingering hangover.

events were hazy-she remembered signing contracts, then somehow encountering Nick. After that, memory faded. The maid filled her in: Nick had brought her back safely, leaving her at the guest room. Relief spread through Khloe. She quickly called Charlotte, who had been worried all night. Hearing Khloe was safe, Charlotte finally relaxed. With the contracts signed and secured, a weight lifted from Khloe's chest. "Alright, then. We'll see each other at the office later," Charlotte said. After hanging up, Khloe intended to just greet

dining room instead. There, Nick was already waiting. He was dressed in a dark gray suit, his posture straight, an aura of authority surrounding him. "Good morning, Mr. Hunt," Khloe greeted. He looked at her with steady, unreadable eyes and nodded once. "Morning." Images from the previous night flashed through her mind-how tightly she'd clung to him. Her ears warmed as she struggled

Khloe nodded vigorously. After a pause, she murmured, "Very well... your bedding is... comfortable, Mr. Hunt..." She barely knew what she was saying. Luckily, the maid gestured toward the buffet. The breakfast spread ran along an elegant corridor-each dish laid out as if in a palace, exquisite and abundant. 1/2 Chapter 67 +25 Bonus "Miss Roswell, breakfast is ready.