บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Match: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Khloe opened the door, bracing herself, only to find not Nick standing there—but the manager from the luxury boutique she'd visited that afternoon. In his hands were two exquisitely wrapped boxes, tied with golden satin ribbons, clearly containing something precious."Miss Roswell," the manager said respectfully, holding the boxes out to her, "these are from Mr. and Mrs. Hunt. They asked me to deliver them to you. The dresses and jewelry you tried on this afternoon have been altered to your measurements."Khloe froze, eyes wide. "For me?" she muttered.Her gaze fell on the labels on the sides of the boxes—her exact measurements, and the style number of the white mermaid gown she'd tried on earlier, the very one Nick's grandmother had immediately favored.Only now did it click: the excuse about helping choose dresses for their granddaughter-in-law… she had been the granddaughter-in-law they were referring to. The dresses and jewelry had been meant for her from the beginning."I… th

Trey called out Khloe's name almost without thinking.It was only a glance, a fleeting sight, yet the woman disappeared from view almost immediately, escorted by others."Khloe? Why are you still thinking about her at a time like this?"The name made Angela's nerves tense instantly. But Trey, pointing ahead, spoke with a subtle hesitation. "I… I think I just saw Khloe…"The figure was familiar—so familiar that even without seeing her face, his mind registered it as hers."How could that be? The hotel's completely booked."Angela scoffed, feeling both incredulous and irritated. There was no way Khloe could have made it here; this banquet was for Goldmont City's elite, and even the Fox family hadn't been invited."Do you really think the woman who just got out of that car is Khloe?" Angela's lips curved in a hint of derision.Before Trey could step forward, a concierge intervened, and soon after, a team of bodyguards sealed off every entrance and elevator to the hotel. Outside, t

A quiet ripple of emotion stirred in Khloe's chest.Moments like this—so gentle, surrounded by a kind stepmother, and the warm, patient care of Grandpa Leon and Grandma Loretta—brought her a sense of familial comfort she had never truly known before.Nick arrived precisely at eight. The moment he stepped into the banquet hall, the room seemed to hold its breath. Dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, his posture impeccable, he moved under the crystal chandeliers in a way that made every light catch the planes of his face, enhancing the striking beauty and commanding presence he carried effortlessly.He approached Khloe's side, and in an instant, the hall fell silent. Everyone's attention locked onto the pair, though they only stood at the side of the room. The glow of the chandeliers seemed to conspire, focusing all brilliance on them. For a few moments, it was impossible to find words that could describe the effortless harmony between the two."Mr. Hunt, you've arrived."K

It was the same woman from that night's ball, the one who had danced with Nick—his childhood friend, Michelle.Tonight, Michelle had dressed to impress. A pale blue, strappy gown clung to her figure, clearly a custom, handcrafted piece. The fabric caught the light in delicate sparkles, and a soft white silk shawl draped over her shoulders, amplifying her natural elegance. Yet her cheeks were flushed, her gaze unfocused, and Khloe could tell she'd been drinking."Michelle… what are you doing here?" Nick's voice darkened as soon as he saw her."How could I not come to congratulate you now that you're engaged?" Michelle raised her glass toward him, but her eyes immediately flicked to Khloe. She let her gaze linger, assessing her, before a faint, strained smile appeared."Miss Roswell, you're truly beautiful… no wonder Nick chose you as his fiancée. You two really do look perfect together."The jealousy in Michelle's tone made Khloe's mouth go sour. It was clear Michelle had feeli

"Miss Thompson, please head over right away."It wasn't until the staff member reminded her again that Angela finally came to her senses."Alright, I'll go now," she said quickly. "You can get back to work."As soon as the person left, she snatched up her phone and dialed Trey's number.He happened to be out of the office meeting clients that day."Trey, what should I do? Your father—he's here at the company!"The moment her words hit his ear, Trey's expression changed. He was mid-meeting, but he immediately stood up."Are you sure?""He asked me to head over to the CEO's office. Can't I just… not go?"She was already grabbing her bag, her nerves in full revolt at the very thought of facing anyone from the Fox family."Angela, calm down. Since my dad specifically asked for you, just go see him. He's more composed than my mom—he won't do anything drastic. I'll rush back right now. Just hold on for a bit."Trey knew his father's temper well. If Angela tried to run, it would on