Billionaire's Match

Chapter 614 Without the patent authorization, Hunt Group's new product lines would grind to a halt. Lenny only needed to leverage that point to block George's new project initiatives. And right now, the thing George valued most was his position within the company. If the product lines collapsed under his watch, the shareholders could move to remove him entirely. Of course, George had always been stubborn. The harder Nick applied pressure, the more likely George would resist.

That was why Nick had asked his grandmother to have Arista intervene- George was currently the only person who would actually listen to her. By combining soft persuasion with firm pressure, Nick hoped to get George to reveal the truth voluntarily. And if that failed... there was always Khloe. The next morning, in Goldmont City. Winnie had just gotten out of bed and was heading downstairs when she heard Michael on the phone. It was still early. He was pacing back and forth in the dining area, his figure tight with tension. ---- "Alright, | understand. I'l get back to you as soon as possible.

you all doing okay? ...Good, take care of yourselves." His furrowed brows hadn't relaxed when he ended the call, and when he turned, he saw Winnie standing there. She wore pajamas, her long hair slightly tousled, eyes still sleepy. The morning sun backlit her, softening the usually sharp

ago-otherwise, he mostly returned home. Last night, after drinking too much at a business engagement, he somehow ended up here. His memory before the blackout was fragmented, but he recalled Winnie carrying him to the guest room. They had seemed to

bed. ---- The housekeeper had prepared breakfast and a hangover soup, explaining that Michael had drunk too much the night before and that his clothes had been sent for washing. Looking at the pajamas he now wore, Michael assumed it must have been the housekeeper who had taken care of him. That was fine-no disturbance to Winnie, and no awkwardness between them. "| woke up because | was hungry. | slept well. How about you?" Winnie tilted her head to study him. His expression was still tense. Last night had been a