Billionaire's Match のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 991 - チャプター 1000

Nick's breathing was warm and even, and Khloe's fingers gently combed through his hair again and again, as if soothing a tired child.Time passed unknowingly, until the sky outside had darkened completely. Only then was the door to the hospital room nudged open slightly. Arista had been worried since Khloe hadn't emerged for so long, but when she peeked in, she saw Khloe sitting still on the bed, holding Nick. After a moment, she quietly closed the door and slipped away.The next day at noon, Khloe awoke to find herself on the small companion bed beside his, tucked under a blanket.Noticing that Nick's bed was empty, her heart jumped, and she quickly climbed out. Just then, the door opened—Nick walked in, accompanied by his personal assistant carrying two trays of steaming breakfast."You're awake already? Didn't sleep well last night, did you?" Nick approached quickly.He had changed out of his hospital gown into a crisp white shirt, the collar slightly open, with a large black

Khloe didn't say a word and walked straight into the bedroom.Several medical staff were still inside, monitoring Nick's vitals. He sat sideways on the edge of the bed, an IV needle in his forearm, receiving medication. His other hand still held his phone.Khloe's phone vibrated—Nick was calling her.She had been out delivering things for a long time, and his calls had kept going straight to busy. Naturally, he was a little worried."I'm back."Khloe relaxed the crease between her brows, smiling softly as she walked over. She looped her arm around his free side and took the phone from him.Nick's gaze stayed fixed on her. "Where were you so long?""Sending your family off.""You've been on the phone with someone this whole time?" Nick's voice was low as he leaned closer, brushing near her lips."Charlotte called—there were some company problems that needed my input. It took a bit longer than expected."Khloe finished without giving him a chance to question her, turning it aro

The Olson family had always used the patent as an excuse, refusing to sell it to foreign powers—but in truth, it was out of self-interest. They hoped to leverage this top-tier technology to attract investment and eventually surpass the Morrison Group.Yet, a hot potato is still a hot potato. The Olson family had underestimated just how difficult it would be to control the patent. Revoking Winnie's inheritance was one thing, but multiple factions had been watching him for years. Any move involving this technology could spell disaster for their company—and the consequences were unimaginable, perhaps even unmanageable.Over time, the Olson family gradually realized the truth. Perhaps Winnie's mother hadn't entrusted them out of trust at all; perhaps she had been using them. After all, Winnie was an orphan with broken wings. Even inheriting her mother's legacy, she might not have survived.Now, with the Morrison and Hunt Groups controlling the economic power of all Goldmont City, and Mi

Winnie didn't even bother showing the least bit of respect toward the Olsons, who had raised her."Winnie, why don't you greet us? Still sulking?"Mrs. Olson smiled gently, sliding into the seat beside her. She poured a cup of steaming tea and placed it carefully in front of Winnie."Sulking? Why would I be angry with you?"At Mrs. Olson's words, Winnie finally lowered her phone slowly. She glanced at the cup, at the delicate, lavish appetizers and pastries on the table, and allowed the faintest curve to her lips.She was no longer at the age where she could be trapped by childish resentment toward the Olson family. Human nature was ugly, and holding grudges against them would only keep her stuck in the same world of pettiness.Now, she had only one thought: reclaim what was rightfully hers.Khloe had already contacted her yesterday. Things on Nick's side were grim, and only Mrs. Olson's patent could help. Since it concerned Khloe, she couldn't shirk the responsibility. And, aft

Mr. Olson's tone remained calm and measured, almost as if Winnie were the one trying to take advantage.Mrs. Olson chimed in, "That's right. Your mother's patent is a hot potato. You'd be wise to listen to us—taking something tangible is far safer."Winnie's voice was low. "You want my mother's patent to sell it to Olympus?""Winnie…" Mrs. Olson began."You want to sell my mother's property to Olympus, help them snatch resources from the Morrison Group, and then, when the Morrison Group falls, come to me—a lowly employee who can only rely on the Morrison Group—to settle accounts?" Winnie's words dripped with sarcasm, piercing straight to the heart of their intentions.Mrs. Olson's face flushed red; Mr. Olson's jaw clenched in anger."It's not selling—it's cooperation. Olympus has royal connections and international resources. Your mother's patent can only reach its full potential in their hands. Do you want it to rot forever in a custodial account?"Mrs. Olson sighed and quickly