Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 555 This library was personally designed and built by Henry. From the collections it housed to every detail of the interior décor, he had devoted immense care and thought to it. Now, he lived here long-term, working and reading within these walls, spending most of his days inside Henry prepared a grand and lavish dinner for Khloe. After chatting with her casually about family matters, he led her to the banquet hall in the main building. By then, many guests had already begun to arrive. When Henry brought Khloe into the hall, Clarice was already inside receiving visitors.

Today was a family banquet held specifically for Khloe, so everyone present was naturally a relative or close friend of Henry. "It's a pity Oscar is busy, and Michael couldn't make it in time. Otherwise, our whole family would finally be together today." Henry chuckled softly to Khloe as he took her hand and guided her through the crowd, beginning to introduce her to the guests. Aside from Oscar's branch of the family and Niel's, most of ---- Henry's direct relatives had already passed away. Only some collateral relatives remained, all of whom had moved here with him.

By calculation, he had spent more time with these relatives and friends than with his own children. "In a moment, I'm going to introduce you to a very special guest. When he heard you were coming-" Before he could finish, a hurried figure approached and interrupted him. "Henry, long time no see. You're looking even better these days." The man's voice was bright and clear. At first glance, he seemed to be about the same age as Khloe, and his appearance was striking. His features were deep and sharply defined, unlike the refined, delicate handsomeness typical of many Eastern men.

Instead, he looked like a prince stepping out of an ancient Western court -his beauty bold and arresting, yet tinged with an unmistakable gentleness and melancholy. Such looks were rare even among celebrities, and in a crowd, he was impossible to miss. The moment Khloe saw him, she thought of mixed heritage-or perhaps a male model from a fashion magazine. "Well, speak of the devil," Henry said with a smile. "Khloe, this is ---- the distinguished guest | was just about to introduce to you." He laughed as he gently pulled Khloe forward, positioning her in front of the man.

"This is Ralph Remington, the eldest heir of Dust Capital, the top multinational investment bank on Waffle Street." Ralph gazed at Khloe with gentle eyes and curved his lips into a smile. Then, picking up where Henry left off, he introduced himself. "My grandfather, Charlie Remington, and Henry were classmates when they were young and have been lifelong friends. Now Henry is also a major shareholder of Dust Capital, so in a way, we're family as well." "That's right," Henry agreed with a nod. Ralph spoke with ease and charm.

The moment he opened his mouth, the atmosphere became warm and familiar. Khloe nodded politely. "I've long heard of Dust Capital's reputation in Naraida. | never imagined I'd one day be fortunate enough to be considered connected to it by family ties." The delight in Ralph's eyes was impossible to hide. He immediately extended his hand. "In that case, may | also have the honor of shaking hands with you, Khloe?" ---- "Of course." Khloe nodded. When he reached out, she lightly pinched the tips of his fingers and released them almost instantly, barely making contact.

Ralph's palm remained suspended for a moment. Noticing how quickly she withdrew-almost as if she were afraid of being taken advantage of-he found it quietly amusing. "Khloe, Ralph has a wonderful temperament and is very warm- hearted. He grew up in Naraida and knows everything here well. | have decided to let him accompany you around the capital for the next few days. You might even become good friends." Henry spoke as if this had already been arranged. Khloe's guard rose immediately.