Billionaire's Match

Trey's voice was hoarse with desperation. He didn't care who was watching, nor did he notice the servers who had rushed over at the commotion. He shoved himself in front of Khloe, blocking her escape, refusing to let her go until their old classmates from the private room noticed the disturbance and came out. "Trey!" "Khloe!" The couple, walking one after the other, hurried over. At first, they thought Trey had drunk too much and gotten into a fight with a guest at the door. They never expected it to be Khloe.

A few more former classmates emerged, curious, but everyone knew the history between Trey and Khloe. They immediately treated it as entertainment. No one dared to intervene. Seeing the couple moving toward them, someone gently held back the man, but Khloe's old female classmate had already stepped forward. "Khloe! It's been a while! Do you remember me?" Trey's reckless energy finally eased a little at the sight of his friend. He panted, his eyes bloodshot and raw. Her classmate couldn't help feeling some sympathy. Everyone knew how Trey felt about Khloe.

moment-an old classmate. But now, she had no patience for pleasantries, only irritation. "Trey Fox, are you seriously crazy? How could you possibly think I want to start over with you? Listen carefully. You tricked me into marriage for two years. I have no feelings for you-love, hate, nothing. For someone as hypocritical, selfish, and despicable as you, I truly hope you stay tied to Angela forever. Even if you divorce, it will have

crowd had gathered-classmates, bar patrons-all drawn by the commotion. When Khloe spoke his name, the truth she revealed exposed him instantly. Her words left no room for misunderstanding; she wanted to ruin him socially. Security rushed over, fearing Trey

blue and purple, veins standing out. Security and the manager tried repeatedly to calm him and persuade him to leave. But his blood surged with fury, reason completely abandoned. "This is impossible, Khloe! Don't lie to me,