Billionaire's Match

Michelle's expression was calm. The faint melancholy in her eyes didn't seem to carry any malice. After saying her piece, she extended her hand toward Khloe. "There's no need to apologize," Khloe replied evenly. "As long as you don't take it to heart. Cooperation is a matter between our companies-we'll all take it seriously." Khloe lightly clasped Michelle's hand, neither cold nor overly warm. Seeing this, Michelle didn't press the conversation further and simply watched Khloe walk away. But Khloe hadn't gone far when a figure suddenly burst out of the darkness.

A cold flash of steel sliced through the night, lunging straight at her- "Watch out!" Michelle shouted sharply and rushed forward, throwing her arms around Khloe and dragging her aside. It all happened too fast. Khloe hadn't even had time to react before Michelle was already calling for help at the top of her lungs. The attacker was a middle-aged man. When his blade missed, he immediately turned and charged again. Khloe shoved Michelle away at once. She had learned some self-defense in school. Though she hadn't practiced in years, muscle memory kicked in.

She had already been pushed aside, yet she rushed back again, throwing herself between Khloe and the man with the knife just as Khloe was about to pin him down. "Michelle!" Khloe never expected her to intervene again. The attacker slashed backhandedly,

cold sweat breaking out across her forehead as her body went limp. Khloe immediately pulled a handkerchief from her bag and pressed it to the wound, but the cut was badly placed -it had hit an artery. The blood poured out, impossible to stop. "Khloe, are you... are you okay?"

them to arrive. Ethan glanced at the man pinned to the ground by several guards, casually asked a question, then