Billionaire's Match

Chapter 200 Khloe linked arms with Loretta, a little embarrassed. "But, um... I lent out the dress you bought me. I hope you're not mad?" Loretta's face lit up with a broad smile. "Mad? Why would I be mad? I bought it for you, didn't I? If it makes you happy, it can be hers. Anything for my darling Khloe!" Every time Khloe spoke, Loretta lit up with joy. How had her granddaughter-in-law turned out to be so gentle and kind? When Khloe returned to the open-air dining area, she saw Nick standing off to the side, speaking with someone. Not just anyone-his father, George.

"Nick's father is here too?" Khloe asked, a hint of surprise in her voice. He hadn't attended their engagement before, claiming he was tied up with work abroad. Now, Nick ran the family business, while George, as honorary director, mostly appeared at social functions. But he was never idle; even amidst his side ventures, his mind always lingered on the Hunt family empire, watching its every move. "Yes," Loretta replied, smiling as she took Khloe's hand and led her forward. "Last time, you got married in a rush, and he couldn't get away. But the Morrison family sent the invitation in advance.

her and took her hand. Khloe looked down, shy, and greeted his father politely. "Mr. Hunt...' "Mr. Hunt?" Nick murmured softly by her ear, low enough that only she could hear. Khloe froze for a heartbeat. "...Dad." The sudden familiarity softened George's stern expression.

produced a cold, metallic set of keys. "I didn't have time to prepare much. This is a limited edition, custom-made car. Consider it a little 'welcome to the family' gift." A Rolls-Royce

that the wealthy were petty, critical of their wives. Perhaps it had just been her experience with the Fox family that shaped that idea. Clearly, the truly powerful had a different presence entirely-not petty schemers, but people with an