Billionaire's Match

Chapter 190 At first, Trey's indulgence toward Khloe, the endless pampering-it had all been a calculated move, a way to control her completely. But now, he almost forgot that original intent. He found himself thinking only that it would be enough if Khloe came back. Perhaps it was the chaos of company matters that had unsettled him. "Right," Arthur said, "you need to find a way to meet with the investors from the Morrison Group. Even if they aren't ready to appear publicly yet, we must express our gratitude.

We have to hold onto the Morrison Group tightly-completely turn things around." He and Trey handed their coats to the servants and began walking toward the dining room. "Yes," Trey replied. "I'll prepare. There's a jewelry auction next week-I want to pick a really good gift." "Jewelry?" Arthur raised an eyebrow, then nodded in understanding. "Of course. Something rare and without a market. Don't hold back on price. Show the Morrison family our full sincerity. Go all in." "Yes," Trey nodded, but his mind wasn't on the Morrison family at all.

he hadn't even seen in the parking lot that day. Even through the car window, she exuded a sense of nobility, an unmistakable, rare aura. And she liked jewelry. He would make sure this gift landed squarely in her heart. The Fox family had barely eaten half their dinner when the doorbell of family estate rang. Again and again, urgent, insistent. Stella glanced at the maid. "Are we expecting visitors today?" "No," the maid replied. Before she could finish, someone came in with

attention. Their house saw countless deliveries daily-files, documents, gifts. Arthur's network was vast, and those eager to curry favor weren't few. Many young entrepreneurs approached him directly. "Here, for you,"

license. A chill ran through Arthur. Within seconds, he slammed the table with a roar. "Bastard!" "Dad, what-what happened?" Trey jumped in alarm, still clueless, rising to ask, but before a word could leave 1/2 Chapter 190 +25 Bonus his lips, a sharp, resounding slap landed across his face. Arthur was old, yes, but his strength had only grown with age. His hand struck with force, and Trey's lips