บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Match: บทที่ 281 - บทที่ 290

Khloe froze for a moment, clearly not expecting Nick's question. She set down her fork and met his deep gaze on the screen, pausing before replying. "Would you ever lie to me? Or betray me?""No," Nick answered without a trace of hesitation, his tone resolute and unwavering. "There will never be such a day."A smile broke across Khloe's face."Then I won't either. My ruthlessness is reserved only for those who betray or hurt me. But you… you are the one I will walk next to, no matter what happens."These were not empty sweet words, but a heartfelt promise, tempered by life's trials and forged into genuine commitment.Nick felt as if something inside him had been filled completely, a profound warmth and sense of peace spreading through his body.He opened his mouth to speak, but his gaze fell on the bowl of noodles in front of her, and his brows knit ever so slightly."That is your dinner?" His tone carried a hint of disapproval, though his voice remained gentle. "It's not nutrit

Early the next morning, Oscar received alarming news about his son, Michael.Yesterday, Michael had been on a business trip abroad in Naraida, and while returning home that night, he was suddenly detained. The authorities claimed he was suspected of stealing commercial secrets and would have to remain under investigation.Oscar knew his son was incapable of such behavior. Without hesitation, he immediately contacted his own people in Naraida to look into the matter.It wasn't until the afternoon that he received an update: Michael had apparently offended someone—a high-ranking official in Naraida's Department of Commerce."How could Michael possibly offend anyone in Naraida?" Oscar muttered, incredulous.His company primarily dealt with international trade and also handled the export side of the Morrison family pharmaceutical business, but they had almost no dealings in Naraida. This trip had only taken Michael there because the negotiation had been scheduled on Naraida soil by th

After stepping out of the conference hall, Clarice was immediately followed by the butler. She gave a few curt instructions regarding the Starr family. "Handle it as quickly as possible. I want a full report by tomorrow.""Yes, ma'am," the butler replied, then hesitated before adding, "By the way, Young Master Ethan is still kneeling in the punishment chamber. It's been four hours. Do you want to check on him?"Only then did Clarice remember Ethan. Ever since Khloe's return, his competence seemed to have vanished completely. Several attempts to deal with Khloe had ended in humiliating failures. This latest blunder had even affected her business, testing her patience to its limit.Clarice had no desire to see him, but recognizing he still had some utility, she changed direction and headed toward the underground chamber.The chamber had been built as a bomb shelter when the estate was first constructed. It was usually used to store miscellaneous items. After Clarice arrived at the Mo

"I never said… I hate you."Charlotte blinked, her expression betraying a faint, forced innocence, yet her voice remained soft. For a moment, Ethan even felt as if she was deliberately teasing him."Weren't you ready to call the police the second you saw me last night?" Ethan leaned lazily close to her lips, his tone playful, teasing. "Charlotte… what exactly are you up to?""I…" Charlotte shrank back slightly, but Ethan cupped her face firmly in his hands.His tall frame pressed an invisible weight on her, his warm breath grazing her ear. "Or… could it be that last night, when I was completely drunk… I did something to you… something you can't forget?""Don't say that!" Charlotte's ears flushed red. She slammed her hands against his chest. "I'm just returning the favor from last time… after this meal, we're square."Her voice grew smaller with each word, and her eyes flickered nervously, avoiding his gaze. Even Charlotte herself knew the excuse sounded flimsy.Ethan studied her

That girl had been like a light in Charlotte's life.In the darkest, most helpless moments, she had accompanied Charlotte through countless nightmares, offering support and strength. But suddenly, that light had gone out forever in her world.Charlotte couldn't believe someone would give up on life for no reason—not even heartbreak could drive her to that extent… not ever.Ethan paused, the wine glass in his hand frozen midair. His usually unfocused gaze sharpened briefly, though the effect was quickly masked by the alcohol. He smirked."You mean… her? She was just… someone from the past.""Someone from the past?" Charlotte's nails dug sharply into her palms. She forced her voice to remain steady. "Was she important? And now… where is she?"Ethan was silent for a moment, tilting his head back to drain the glass. The alcohol amplified the storm within him, and for a fleeting second, his calculating, sharp eyes revealed a rare, complex grief."She's dead."His voice was hoarse, b