Se connecterNick'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
Khloe's words were sharp and decisive. She finished speaking and gave Delilah no time to respond, turning on her heel and leaving with swift, unwavering steps.Delilah watched Khloe's retreating figure and finally understood why Ralph was so drawn to her.By the time Khloe returned to the hotel, the sun had long since set.Midway back, she suddenly instructed Lenny to change course, driving straight to the stretch of road where the bus carrying her and Nick had met disaster. Lenny hesitated at first, unwilling to go, but Khloe was resolute. Even if he refused, she would have someone else take her there.The past few days had weighed heavily on him. Nick had always treated him with kindness, and Lenny had long considered him a dear friend. Now that Nick was in danger, Lenny's only thought was to protect his widow.Night had fallen by the time they reached the area. The scenic mountain road was now clear, the scene of the previous tragedy long cleaned. Only a few charred patches rem
"The Davis family and Clarice aren't necessarily linked. If I provoke them, I gain nothing."Henry considered Khloe's words carefully, then softened his tone, choosing to retreat slightly. He wanted to lay out the stakes for Khloe.With her sharp mind, she would soon understand that everything he had now would eventually become her resources, her leverage. But toppling the Davis family would still cost him a significant portion of his interests."If you don't act, the Davis family will still fall," Khloe said curtly. She didn't waste more words and turned to leave.But before she could step out of the room, Henry's voice stopped her.He had just finished a phone call, instructing his subordinates to sever all of the Davis family's partnerships. Moreover, every collaboration the Davis family relied on for survival would be cut, even at the expense of Morrison family interests.Khloe halted mid-step.She turned to see Henry hang up the phone, his face dark, eyes narrowing at her.
This time, with Nick gone, Khloe's ties with her grandfather were nearly severed completely.She had come today seeking answers, but he hadn't expected her to leave so soon.Over the past two days, he had instructed Delilah to monitor Khloe's situation. He knew she was still having Ralph search for Nick's whereabouts, apparently planning to stay in Naraida a while longer. He had assumed that her grief would keep her trapped in despair, making it hard for her to regain her resolve quickly.But now… she was leaving without hesitation."Returning to Goldmont City? So soon? Is something the matter?" Henry asked after a moment, his tone measured."There are matters to attend to… at the Morrison and Hunt Groups," Khloe replied flatly, then lifted her gaze, her eyes cold and sharp as they met his.Henry fell silent, waiting for her to continue.Khloe did not mince words. "Clarice must die. Not only her, but the entire Davis family must be eradicated."Her voice was calm, but the weigh
"Heading back to Goldmont City tomorrow?" Arista asked, surprised.Just a few days ago, Khloe had said she wanted to stay and recover a while longer. Everyone knew the real reason she wanted to linger—Nick. She still clung to hope that he hadn't truly died."Yes. It's time to go back," Khloe replied calmly.Arista glanced at George. His expression was unusually gentle, his gaze toward Khloe full of a rare, patient tenderness. He had never looked so paternal before, not even with Nick."Khloe, if you wanted to stay here longer, I'd stay with you. No matter how long, you don't have to force yourself. The company can manage without constant oversight. The Hunt and Morrison Groups—things will continue, with or without someone watching. Business never ends. You don't need to carry any responsibility. You only need to take care of yourself and protect your child."Arista's voice was earnest, filled with care. Her approach differed from George's. She wanted Khloe to recover, but she didn
"George… you should go. Khloe needs to rest right now," Arista said softly.Khloe curled up, her back to them. She wasn't asleep, but she didn't respond to George either."Nick transferred all his personal assets to you—even the Hunt family's holdings. He entrusted them all to you," George said steadily."If it were before, I might have thought he'd lost his mind. But now… I think I understand. His love for you, his trust, is equal to all that you've done for him," he continued."I hope you both can shoulder the responsibilities entrusted to you. Only then will your love not have been in vain."It was as if he couldn't hear Arista's protests or see Khloe's silent defiance. He just stood there, peeling the orange with measured movements, his tone neither loud nor soft."George…" Arista tried again to stop him.He finished peeling the orange, placed it aside, and looked at Khloe's frail back."Recently, our company is facing difficulties. Our competitors are fighting for next yea







