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"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

"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.

Nick'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