Billionaire's Match

Chapter 72 This was bad. Khloe was in too much pain-so much that she felt herself about to pass out. Khloe, dazed, fumbled for her phone, wanting to call someone for help... She tried Charlotte, but there was no answer. Glancing at the time, she saw it was already two in the morning- everyone was probably asleep. Outside, the rain pounded relentlessly. Somehow, her phone screen lit up with a message from Nick: Nick: [What's wrong?] Earlier, while she had been trying to text Charlotte, her thumb had accidentally tapped Nick's chat icon.

Now, feeling like she couldn't hold on any longer, her hand slipped, and she dialed him. "Hello?" He answered instantly. Nick hadn't slept either-he'd just finished a video call at home. Remembering her message from this morning, he had absentmindedly opened the chat, never expecting a late-night ping from her ... and now a call. There was silence on the line at first, only heavy, uneven breathing. His brow furrowed, and he instinctively stood. "Khloe. Speak. What happened?" "...My stomach... hurts so much..." Her eyelids drooped, her body trembling.

Morrison Group..." she managed to whisper. The last words barely came out before another groan escaped her lips. Her breathing was ragged, and she couldn't answer any further. Then, somehow, the

building and sent a quick code to get straight inside. He raced up to her office floor, scanning one meeting room after another until he finally saw a light. He pushed open the door. She was

Nick's gaze swept over the messy office. Papers were scattered across the meeting table; her computer glowed, showing she'd stubbornly stayed late, working through the pain. His jaw tightened. Taking a slow, deep breath, he held