บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Match: บทที่ 1011 - บทที่ 1020

Winnie was momentarily speechless.Michael continued, "Before I left, I heard you talking to Lucas. I trust you completely, so whatever you choose to do, I won't interfere. But did you think I was some easily fooled idiot?""Michael… I would never think that…"Winnie opened her mouth, but words failed her. She was flustered beyond reason.It was clear Michael was truly angry.For a moment, he couldn't rein in his emotions. Only when he noticed the tears gathering in her eyes did he realize he had been too harsh.He abruptly lowered his head, resting his elbow on his knee, his fist pressed against his brow.Lucas didn't know Michael had been kept in the dark and had assumed they had already discussed everything together. Only at the end did he realize he had misspoken, and could only smooth things over by telling Michael to focus on his own matters, assuring him that Winnie was being taken care of.But to Michael, those words were even more piercing.So she still didn't see him

"It's fine. You should head back first. I can handle the rest myself," Winnie said."Did you already forget what we just discussed?""But your dad…""Dad asked me to assist you."Michael didn't say much more. He simply showed her his chat with Oscar.Indeed, Oscar had told him there was no need to stay by his side. He had enough medical staff and assistants around him, and Michael and Winnie should focus on their own matters instead."So why did you…"Winnie still looked doubtful. If that were the case, Michael wouldn't have needed to step out to take his call earlier.Michael pinched her cheek lightly. "Dad already acknowledges you as his daughter-in-law. Stop overthinking. We were just discussing how to use tonight's situation to get you your inheritance as quickly as possible."Winnie was surprised. Ever since Clarice had fallen from power, cooperation between the Morrison and Olson families had been cut off.Now that Michael and Winnie were married, Oscar naturally knew w

Her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and froze for a few seconds.Michael, standing beside her, asked, "Who is it?""The foundation," Winnie said.Michael nodded. "Answer it."She took the call.The voice on the other end was extremely polite—so polite it felt like they were talking to a VIP guest."Winnie, regarding your mother's inheritance, we'd like to meet with you in person to discuss it."Winnie's grip on the phone tightened."Discuss what?"There was a brief pause on the line."Restitution," the person said. "Everything that belongs to you will be returned in full."Winnie hung up. She stood there, frozen, for a long time.Michael walked over and gently wrapped his arms around her from behind."You heard that?" he asked.Winnie nodded. She still didn't speak. But her shoulders trembled slightly.Michael turned her around to face him.Her eyes were red, but she hadn't cried."Winnie," he said softly.She looked at him."You got it back," he said. "Your

Everything looked normal.But that feeling of being watched still lingered.The bodyguard crouched beside the elderly woman and forced the pill into her mouth. The woman convulsed and struggled weakly before finally managing to swallow it.Nearby, her assistant was still on the phone, calling for an ambulance, speaking quickly in accented French.Khloe watched the scene unfold, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, 'Too coincidental.'The moment she stepped out, the old woman had an episode. The moment she tried to approach, she was stopped by the bodyguard. Everything seemed perfectly logical, seamlessly arranged.But something still felt off.Her gaze shifted again to the man in gray. He was still there, head lowered, staring at his phone, completely motionless. Two minutes had passed. He hadn't turned a single page.Khloe's heart sank slightly."Madam," another bodyguard approached her. "The ambulance will arrive soon. Should we wait in the car first?"She nodde

"When?"Countless thoughts raced through Khloe's mind. It was still there when she returned home. She had shown it to Nick. Before cooking, she hadn't touched it. While cooking, it had been left in the living room—Had someone come in?Impossible. The bodyguards were outside. The doors and windows were locked.Then when?Suddenly, she remembered the man who had bumped into her that afternoon.She had checked her bag. Everything had been there.But that collision—What if he hadn't been stealing, only delaying her?What if the real theft happened afterward?What if the old woman, the crowd of onlookers, the man in gray… were all—Her face went pale.Nick pulled her into his arms."It's fine."Tears slipped down Khloe's face."I went to all the trouble to get it…"Nick held her without speaking.He knew who had stolen it. Lacuna. They had targeted her. There was no way they would let her take that drug away.Khloe trembled in his arms."It was supposed to save your lif