Billionaire's Match

Chapter 737 Khloe's situation had already reached Winnie through Michael. Winnie knew she wasn't good with words and couldn't really comfort anyone, but she had still sent Khloe a message to check in. Khloe's reply came late, short and curt. Winnie understood-there was no other way to reach out, so she had done what she could. Charlotte nodded, then remembered something. "How's it going with Michael lately?" she asked Winnie. She had seen the chatter online: Michael had left the Morrison family and was struggling to even find work.

Predictions suggested their marriage wouldn't last three months. Oscar was clearly determined to make things difficult for Michael. Unless someone intervened, there was little hope of easing the conflict-and that someone had to be Khloe. But Khloe, having just returned to the country, was wholly focused on the Hunt family's affairs. Everyone tacitly agreed not to mention this issue to her. "He's doing... okay. He's working hard," Winnie replied, hesitating slightly. Her tone didn't match her words. Charlotte's eyes suddenly lit up. "Right. Ethan's been dismissed.

"But the Morrison Group is still partly owned by the Morrison family... that doesn't really fit the agreement." "Then Michael's father deliberately making things difficult for him doesn't fit the agreement either." Charlotte pursed her lips. She thought Michael and Winnie were still far too obedient. She picked up the pastries and added,

to come help Khloe, I think she'd be very happy." Winnie nodded, watching Charlotte leave, her eyes flickering with a hint of thought. Meanwhile, in Naraida, it was morning hour. Lucas was in the dining room, eating breakfast while listening to his assistant report on the day's matters, when someone hurriedly barged in. His brow furrowed. Dozens of bodyguards immediately stepped in, blocking the person at the entrance. "What's going on?" Seeing the man was unfamiliar, Lucas wiped his hands and walked over. When he reached him,

was part of the secret team assigned to guard Nick. Because the team operated under strict secrecy, they were only allowed to move around the estate in emergencies. "Mr. Clarke, he's awake," the man said. 1 At that, Lucas's eyes flickered. Without a word, he strode toward the room. Nick had been unconscious for three days. When he finally opened his eyes, the unfamiliar