Billionaire's Match

Chapter 273 Trey heard Angela's words, but the flutter of old affection was gone. He only offered a perfunctory smile in response. There was a time he truly believed Angela was his true love. She had tolerated him and endured everything for his sake. But ever since she had threatened his family with their son and their private matters, Khloe had eclipsed her completely in his heart. At least Khloe's love and hate were intense-she dared to love and to hate-while Angela's affection was hollow. She could harbor so much resentment and still speak of love with such false earnestness.

"By the way," Angela hesitated before speaking, "didn't you keep some of Khloe's research papers before?" Trey paused for a moment. "Why?" "Nothing... I just wanted to take a look." Angela settled next to him. "I'm still interested in the data, and I thought I could use this time to study a bit." "Can't you just read books? You really need her papers?" Trey sighed. Khloe's papers hadn't been published-they were specialized research. When they'd first married, she had trusted him enough to give them to him as a kind of dowry. He had kept them close, unwilling to let anyone else see them.

"Please... I'm curious too. I want to see what makes her so exceptional. If I keep studying, I won't be any less capable than her." Angela nestled into him and began to pester him coquettishly. Unable to resist, Trey finally got up and fetched a USB drive. It was valuable; he carried it with him everywhere. "Thank you, Honey!" Angela's eyes lit up, and she planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "Don't share it with anyone. Return it within a week." "Okay." ... Late that night, rain began to pour.

checking to make sure all the windows were securely shut. Suddenly, a sharp, heavy knock rattled her door, making her jump. "Who's there?" It was past midnight, and she hadn't ordered any takeout. Peering through the peephole, she saw only emptiness. Her heart raced, and just as

door with one leg bent, utterly drained from drinking. He had no strength to stand, but at her absurd question, he forced himself upright. "Revenge...? Not worth my effort personally-cough-ugh-" His words cut

police, or get you a cab?" She considered calling Khloe, but it was already one a.m., and she couldn't bring herself to wake her. She decided to handle it herself. From the look of him, he posed little threat tonight. "You..." Ethan vomited again, then, irritated by her words, slammed his fist on the door twice. "I'm