Billionaire's Match のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 441 - チャプター 450

"Thirty thousand?"Hearing this, Charlotte's face drained of color.Not only did she have no way of coming up with that kind of money, even if she could, this was outright extortion."I didn't mean to hit Rocky! I was trying to stop him from hurting the little kids! I didn't do it on purpose!" Christopher shouted back, brimming with indignation.He had every reason to be upset. Rocky Leeroy, emboldened by his wealthy and influential family, had connections with local businessmen and school sponsors and did whatever he pleased. Usually, Christopher could ignore him bullying others, but what made Rocky unbearable was how he preyed on children not even of school age.Christopher had noticed that Rocky was always surrounded by five or six little boys and girls who had to give him "tribute" regularly. No one knew where the kids got the money or snacks, but they had to hand it over every day. If Rocky wasn't satisfied, he would punish them outside of school.Christopher had endured it

Charlotte looked at Ethan. The man curled a faint smile and reached into his chest pocket for his wallet."How much are the medical bills?""Four hundred..." the teacher answered instinctively.Hearing that, Ethan pulled out a stack of cash and casually scattered it at the couple's feet."You—!!" The parents almost jumped in outrage. This man was clearly humiliating them!"You don't want to accept three thousand in compensation? Then there's nothing. If your son has any further problems, you can come to me. I'm Ethan Morrison."And as if that weren't enough, he tossed his business card down as well.The mother snapped. "Do you even know who we are? How dare you talk to us like this! Don't want to make it in Jayelle City anymore, huh? And Christopher—I can guarantee his chances of entering a university are ruined!"Hearing that, Christopher panicked, instinctively glancing at Charlotte.Charlotte, however, remained perfectly calm.Ethan was not someone to be trifled with. Anyo

"Ethan, I... I don't think this is really appropriate." Charlotte tried to turn Ethan down."What's inappropriate about it?" Ethan said, sliding onto the sofa and leaning forward slightly. The curve of his lower back dipped in a way that was... undeniably provocative. "Consider it your way of repaying me. You wouldn't want to owe me a favor, would you?"The air of entitlement, the way he seemed completely certain she'd comply—it made Charlotte's chest tighten with frustration. She froze in place, her mind racing for an escape.After a few seconds of silence, Ethan glanced over his shoulder. "Relax. I said I wouldn't touch you, and I won't. Even if you wanted to be mine, it'd still be a hassle."Hearing that, Charlotte finally stepped forward, moving to his side. She flexed her fingers, inhaled deeply, and pressed her hands against his lower back."Ugh—"Ethan wasn't expecting her to press so hard. This petite, seemingly delicate woman packed quite a punch, and the sudden jab made

Loretta had already arranged to meet Nick at ten that morning. He had confirmed it, and she had even sent a reminder before leaving. Yet, he hadn't replied since."Oh, he's up," Khloe said, nodding, and hurriedly went to welcome Loretta and her companions inside."Nick is washing up; he'll be out soon," she added, a little embarrassed, then glanced at the people standing beside Loretta. "Grandma, who are these?""I'll introduce them," Loretta said with a smile. "This is my friend, Ronald Yale, director of the International Institute for Psychological Research. He currently teaches at the Listher Medical College in Naraida and also works as a psychological consultant at several major hospitals.""And this young lady," Loretta continued, "is his student assistant."Khloe understood immediately. She had heard Nick mention that he was going to undergo therapy. But she noticed a subtle, reluctant expression on his face as the introduction was made. He clearly wasn't eager about it.Ev

"Khloe has many great qualities... I can't even count them all. And no matter which one I think about, I like it."Nick's answer was exactly what Khloe had expected, yet she still felt embarrassed.She cleared her throat softly and turned to Dr. Yale. "Um... Dr. Yale, could you maybe stop talking about me? Can we... talk about something else?""All right," Dr. Yale nodded. Then he asked Nick, "Mr. Hunt, in your daily life, are there moments when you feel particularly at ease, or when your emotions feel especially stable?""Yes." Nick didn't hesitate. He tilted his head, his gaze once again falling on Khloe. "Many moments. For example, waking up at night and seeing my wife next to me. Or... like now. She just sits with me. Even if we don't speak, as long as I know she's here, I feel calm. My emotions stay steady."Khloe froze.Weren't they supposed to stop talking about her? Was this session for Nick's psychological comfort—or hers? The entire conversation had revolved around her.