Billionaire's Match

By then, the elderly lady had already taken a few careful steps forward, her tone gentle and earnest. "Miss Roswell, it wasn't easy for us to make this trip. Nearly eight hours on a plane. We really hope you could spare a little time for us... but if you're truly busy-" She trailed off, stealing a quick glance at the gentleman beside her, a faint hesitation hidden in her eyes. The gentleman picked up the thread, his voice carrying a note of gentle expectation. "Then we'll wait here while you finish your work. No rush at all." Khloe looked at the two of them.

On one side, unfinished work called her name; on the other, these elderly travelers, tired from their journey, held hopeful eyes on her. She had grown up seeing older people struggle, and the thought of letting them down stirred something soft inside her. The awkwardness she had felt moments ago melted into quiet resolve. "I have about an hour free," she said, glancing at her watch. "Let me take you out for a walk." "Yes! That's perfect!" The elderly lady's smile broke wide, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes curling into arcs of warmth.

She looked at the gentleman with the delight of a child who had just been given candy, her voice lighter than before. Watching them, a gentle warmth spread through Khloe's chest. She quickly called Charlotte to tell the team to coordinate via the group chat and that she'd be away for an hour. With the instructions given, she expected to take the elders to the car, but they had already stepped outside to wait. A stretch limousine was parked at the entrance-a clear mark of high-profile guests. Khloe followed them into the back seat.

with a smile. "Please, Miss Roswell, feel free to choose. If it's not enough, we'll get more," the lady said, her face radiating fondness. Khloe waved her hand politely, her heart softening. "Thank you, but you both are my guests. I should be the one taking care of you." Having grown up in an orphanage, she was used

felt a faint blush rise to her cheeks. "By the way... may I ask how I should address you? If it's not convenient, that's fine. I just don't want to be rude by calling you incorrectly." Her voice was warm, soft, and easy to like. The gentleman chuckled. "Our surname is Orsen. Just call us Grandpa and

worried about Nick making trouble. 1/2 Chapter 78 +25 Bonus Grandpa Orsen sighed, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "Miss

inside. The building manager greeted them warmly, bowing slightly. "Sir, madam, everything is prepared inside." Grandma Orsen took Khloe's hand, its warmth grounding her, and led her into a lavish dressing