Billionaire's Match

Chapter 725

Nick's clothes and belongings had been carefully packed and were being sent back to Goldmont City. Even if his body couldn't be found, his stuff would return home with them.

The private jet lifted smoothly, cutting through the clear, endless skies of Naraida, leaving the city far behind. Meanwhile, in a mountainside villa on the outskirts of Naraida's capital, a flurry of blonde-haired, blue-eyed doctors moved in and out of a bedroom, discussing the condition of the patient lying inside.

A sharply dressed man entered, adjusting his cufflinks as he made a beeline for the bedside. The people around him instinctively stepped aside, nodding in acknowledgment. The man wasn't from Naraida. His black hair and dark eyes stood out against his tall, commanding frame. He exuded aristocratic refinement, but his sharp expression made anyone near him feel the weight of distance.

"How is he?" he asked quietly, addressing his assistant. The assistant immediately spoke to the doctors in their language, then turned back with a reply, "Mr. Clarke, his injuries are severe. Multiple fractures in the limbs, minor internal bleeding, and most critically, nerve damage. That's why he's still unconscious."

on the bed, the oxygen mask obscuring

The assistant quickly relayed the order. Lucas sank into a chair, studying the thin,

life? Don't make it so easy to die," he muttered under his breath, a voice as much for

him did he finally rise to leave. Lucas was Naraida's largest gambling magnate, with a sprawling business empire and

assistant again, "We have

has already been silenced," the assistant

if you rescued him, why not-?" The assistant didn't know Nick's true identity. He only found it strange: anyone worth Lucas's all-out effort must be someone important-or someone with a deep personal connection. Why not contact the family? Why

snapped, cutting him off. The assistant

wasn't that Lucas didn't want to notify the Hunt family -his