Billionaire's Match

Chapter 413 Nick suddenly sprang to his feet, so fast that the chair toppled with a harsh clatter. Seeing Nick's mood shift, Arista quickly intervened. "George! Let's go home!" George, realizing he had struck Khloe, felt a twinge of embarrassment. His palm tingled; he'd hit too hard- blinded by anger. This time, he didn't push Arista away. Loretta was furious, but she merely shot him a glare before rushing to help Khloe to her feet. The blow had left Khloe stunned, but with the support of the maids and Loretta, she gradually stood upright.

"Nick..." After regaining her composure for a moment, she immediately called his name. She had been worried about him from the moment George arrived; she could sense his unease. Nick's gaze lingered on Khloe for just a moment before lifting, his bloodshot eyes like a frozen, terrifying pool. Khloe felt a shiver of fear and instinctively frowned, her mouth opening slightly in surprise. "Stop!" As George turned, preparing to leave with Arista, Nick's voice cut through the room. "You hit my wife, and you think you can just walk away?" Step by step, Nick advanced.

voice wasn't loud, yet it carried an oppressive weight that made the air itself tense. Passing the dining table, he casually gripped a sharp carving knife, the steel glinting under the lights. Khloe's heart clenched at the subtle movement. "Nick, don't-please, I'm fine..." She tried to reach him with reason, her

son, and I can't teach you a lesson? She came to you herself, and now you blame me?" "What have I done to deserve this? You hit someone-shouldn't you apologize?" Nick ground his teeth, yet a grím, unsettling smile crept

this world? "Why are you glaring at me? Ready to lose your mind again? After all these years of pretending, you can't hold it in anymore?" Nick's patience snapped, his fingers tightening around the knife handle. Arista hurriedly urged him not to escalate. George, noticing his son's grip, snapped. He lunged forward in three