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."

the oxygen mask obscuring his face, his features still

his brow furrowed, his tone sharp. The assistant quickly relayed the order. Lucas sank into a chair, studying the thin, fragile

had a strong life? Don't make it so easy to die," he muttered under his

magnate, with a sprawling business empire and a nightly schedule

he reminded his assistant again, "We have

Clarke. Everyone involved has already been silenced," the

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

questions you shouldn't," Lucas snapped, cutting

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