Billionaire's Match

Chapter 211 Nick's dark eyes locked onto George, the sheer intensity in them far surpassing anything the elder could have anticipated. "What did you say?" George froze, anger quickly flashing across his face. Although Nick had never been particularly close to him growing up, he had always shown respect to his elders. Even during major disagreements, he would never openly contradict him in front of others-especially not in front of a mere daughter-in-law. "Nick, don't..." Khloe's voice trembled slightly.

She didn't want him clashing with his father, but seeing the furrow between his brows, she felt a pang in her chest. "I'll handle my own matters. You needn't worry. It's late; Khloe and I will leave first." With that, Nick didn't spare another glance at George. He took Khloe's hand and walked out. "Nick!" George's sharp shout went unanswered. Nick continued without pause, holding Khloe securely against him. She wanted to look back but found herself pressed firmly against his chest. Loretta quickly gestured to Arista, who gently guided George's arm.

"Oh, George, it's just the children's business. You've said your piece-no need to be so stubborn." "This is outrageous! You think marrying gives him wings to do as he pleases? I swear, Khloe is nothing but a disaster!" George's anger toward Nick boiled over, spilling onto Khloe. He yanked free from Arista's arm and stomped back toward the study, leaving the young couple behind. As Nick led her out of the Hunt family villa, Khloe couldn't help but worry. "Nick, your father cares about you too. Isn't it rude for us to just leave like this?" "He doesn't care about me.

get along with Grandpa and Grandma." His voice was calm, but Khloe could hear the faint trace of loneliness beneath it. She gently patted his shoulder in response. On the way home, Khloe called Loretta to apologize on behalf of both herself and Nick. Loretta reassured her, saying George simply had a blunt temperament and often spoke harshly first; he didn't

Before he could speak, Khloe, like a mischievous little spirit attuned to him,

her shiver slightly. "Don't tease me. Go shower first; it'll be ready soon." "Khloe... you'll stay