Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 597 "How am | taking advantage of Ralph?" Khloe fixed Delilah with a steady, calm gaze, her tone gentle, her expression relaxed. There was a natural sense of equality in the way she spoke. Delilah went all in, her voice cold. "You don't like him, yet you approach him just to please Master Henry. All day long, you've been chatting with your husband. Since you don't intend to divorce, you shouldn't have been meddling with Ralph." "You don't like him, yet you care so much about him?

Perhaps you should ask Grandpa to make some arrangements for you." Khloe stood and walked over to Delilah. She suddenly reached out and lightly pinched her face. Delilah frowned, trying to resist, but Khloe held firm. She studied Delilah's face, a slight curve lifting her own eyes "Delilah, your features are sharp and beautiful, and you're competent and capable. Don't be so lacking in confidence." "| told you, | don't... feel anything for Ralph..." ---- "If that's true, why is your face so red? Listen, I'm just a guest here temporarily, and I'm leaving soon.

| won't be staying with Grandpa long-term, nor will | get entangled with Ralph. You don't need to fixate on me. Rather than spending your energy watching me, why not focus on yourself? You'd be happier that way, wouldn't you?" Khloe didn't mince words. She exposed Delilah's little schemes and frankly explained her own thoughts. Delilah felt a little embarrassed. She had wanted to argue back, but hearing Khloe speak so openly, she couldn't bring herself to. "My duty is to serve you, so naturally, I'll stay by your side," Delilah said. "| understand.

Grandpa has you keep an eye on me-you can do that. But you also have a choice. We can make this mutually beneficial, can't we?" "Mutually... beneficial?" Delilah blinked, caught off guard Night had fallen. Clarice, exhausted after a full day, returned to her room. She dismissed the people following her and walked alone onto the spacious terrace. From there, the entire estate- and even the cityscape beyond-stretched before her. ---- Ground lights cast a warm yellow glow. She had changed into sleepwear and carried a glass of champagne.

She stared out at the familiar night view, memories of standing here with Niel rushing back. 1 Back then, he had held her hand and promised to treat her as the center of his life. Perhaps that's how all married couples are- sharing hardships but never fortune. Together, they had witnessed the rise of Morrison Pharmaceuticals. Yet, just when her love burned strongest, thinking theirs was an unbreakable bond, he died suddenly, exposing the truth of their marriage: all manipulation, all calculation. 'Niel... did you ever feel anything for me?

Even the time you risked your life to save me-was that all just brilliant acting?' Clarice's thoughts grew darker, a chill cutting through her bones She downed her champagne in one gulp, picked up her phone, and the hesitation in her eyes was gone, "lhave a new plan. Your people don't need to act yet-wait for my orders." Earlier, she had received news that Khloe and Nick had met, and he seemed ill. Hotel staff claimed medical personnel had been urgently dispatched to the hotel. Yet all night, Nick had neither ---- left the hotel nor gone to the hospital.

Her informants had learned that Nick was seriously unwell but hadn't told Khloe. If that was true, then toppling this perfect couple wouldn't require her to involve any other forces. Immediately, Clarice dialed a familiar domestic media contact.