Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 653 "Lenny." Nick called for Lenny at once, but before he could say anything, Lenny already understood what his boss meant. "Madam's judgment was correct. The other person fell critically ill and was hospitalized not long ago, and it's now confirmed that he has passed away. As for the one named Ryan Douglas, we've already sent people to look for him. | believe we'll have news within two days." "Two days... that's too slow," Khloe spoke thoughtfully. Clarice had moved faster than they had. At this point, the key to breaking the deadlock was time.

If Ryan was found by Clarice's people first, the only piece of evidence would disappear completely. Nick's expression darkened as he glanced at Lenny. Lenny was sweating as well. Of course, he understood how urgent the situation was, but the search area was far from small, and there was no guarantee that Ryan was still living at his old address. Two days was already a relatively optimistic estimate. If Ryan ---- had moved, then searching for him within the country would be like looking for a needle in the ocean. "| want to go in person." Khloe stared at Ryan's file and blurted it out.

"No." "No!" Nick and Arista spoke almost at the same time. They exchanged a glance. Nick said nothing, while Arista took Khloe's hand. "This matter is dangerous no matter what. It's a long journey, and if you run into any trouble... not only would you miss the agreed time limit, you might even be walking straight into Clarice's trap." Khloe frowned. Indeed, she had only said it offhand. The stakes were too high for her to simply sit and wait for news. And if she went, Nick would most likely go with her. Considering both of their physical conditions, Khloe knew it could only remain a thought.

Seeing how worried she was, Nick gave Lenny a look. Lenny immediately spoke up, saying that he had already deployed all available manpower and had even hired several ---- capable private detectives, asking Khloe to rest assured, "Making too much noise will only attract attention. There's no need to send too many people. Keep a few professionals, and also have someone monitor every move of Clarice's people within the country," Nick said calmly. Khloe nodded in agreement. After receiving the instructions, Lenny left the room at once to rearrange the plan.

Just then, Arista suddenly seemed to recall something. "Professionals?" Khloe looked up and saw that Arista seemed to have an idea What is it?" "Speaking of professionals, | do know one." As she spoke, Arista opened a memo app on her phone and scrolled for a long time before finally finding the entry. A smile appeared on her face. "This person is a mercenary. | heard he later joined an international bounty hunter organization. He takes payment to do jobs-and they're all extremely tricky ones. He's helped me before. He's reliable and very capable." Khloe saw the name on the memo.

---- Noah Henderson. Beneath it were only an email address and a code. Arista explained that when she was younger, she had spent some time working as a war correspondent to toughen herself up. While assisting battlefield doctors in rescuing the wounded in an international conflict zone, she discovered someone who had crossed the border illegally and had also been injured. He was only a teenager, but he didn't meet the criteria for aid. The area was highly sensitive, and all individuals of unknown identity had to undergo strict investigation. The safest choice would have been to ignore him.

But Arista felt pity for him. Under the cover of the night, she secretly brought him a large supply of medical items and some food. Less than two days later, just as she had managed to obtain official permission to help him, the boy had disappeared. Many years later, Arista suddenly received an email from an address that could not be traced. It was a letter of thanks. The sender said he wanted to repay the kindness she had shown him back then and told her that from now on, whenever she encountered any difficult or dangerous problem, she could ---- contact him