Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 614 Without the patent authorization, Hunt Group's new product lines would grind to a halt. Lenny only needed to leverage that point to block George's new project initiatives. And right now, the thing George valued most was his position within the company. If the product lines collapsed under his watch, the shareholders could move to remove him entirely. Of course, George had always been stubborn. The harder Nick applied pressure, the more likely George would resist.

That was why Nick had asked his grandmother to have Arista intervene- George was currently the only person who would actually listen to her. By combining soft persuasion with firm pressure, Nick hoped to get George to reveal the truth voluntarily. And if that failed... there was always Khloe. The next morning, in Goldmont City. Winnie had just gotten out of bed and was heading downstairs when she heard Michael on the phone. It was still early. He was pacing back and forth in the dining area, his figure tight with tension. ---- "Alright, | understand. I'l get back to you as soon as possible.

Are you all doing okay? ...Good, take care of yourselves." His furrowed brows hadn't relaxed when he ended the call, and when he turned, he saw Winnie standing there. She wore pajamas, her long hair slightly tousled, eyes still sleepy. The morning sun backlit her, softening the usually sharp edge in her expression, making her look unexpectedly cute. "You're up this early? Didn't sleep well?" Michael paused for a moment before speaking. The new home had been prepared for Winnie.

Though it had many rooms, Michael had only stayed overnight once while helping arrange the space a few days ago-otherwise, he mostly returned home. Last night, after drinking too much at a business engagement, he somehow ended up here. His memory before the blackout was fragmented, but he recalled Winnie carrying him to the guest room. They had seemed to tussle on the bed for a while. Michael couldn't tell if it had been real or a dream, but he thought Winnie had changed his clothes for him, fussed over him for some time, and then slept holding him close.

Yet, when he woke up, he was alone in the bed. ---- The housekeeper had prepared breakfast and a hangover soup, explaining that Michael had drunk too much the night before and that his clothes had been sent for washing. Looking at the pajamas he now wore, Michael assumed it must have been the housekeeper who had taken care of him. That was fine-no disturbance to Winnie, and no awkwardness between them. "| woke up because | was hungry. | slept well. How about you?" Winnie tilted her head to study him. His expression was still tense. Last night had been a shock.

Michael, drunk and unsteady, had shown up suddenly. She had never seen him lose control like that before. When they had been together previously, Michael had always been refined, restrained, and could barely handle more than a drink or two. But now... he was different. Mature, focused on work, fully committed at business engagements, and his alcohol tolerance had clearly improved According to the housekeeper, Michael had likely been drinking heavily all night. He needed to recover properly to avoid alcohol poisoning.

Without overthinking it, Winnie had personally changed his ---- clothes, given him water and hangover medicine. When he alternated between saying he was too cold or too hot, she adjusted his blanket, wiped his body to cool him down, and warmed his hands and feet. After tending to him for most of the night, Michael finally calmed, and his body looked more comfortable. Only then did Winnie, exhausted, take a short nap beside him. By the time she woke, the sky was already brightening. She quickly returned to her own room.