Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 717 Noah's voice cut sharply through the air as he demanded, in broken Naraidan, to know the old man's identity and the whereabouts of his companions. The elderly man jumped in fright, staring at him with a mix of shock and fear. After a long moment, he finally managed to explain that he was the one who had saved him. Noah struggled to communicate, haltingly piecing together questions and clarifications, until finally the old man raised his hands and led him back into the wooden hut.

He retrieved the clothes he had hung out to dry, handed them to Noah, and then used gestures to recount the events of the previous night. Noah had carried an exhausted Nick for an unknown distance. His body had been pushed past its limits; fatigue and sleep deprivation eventually caused him to collapse. The old man, a forest ranger, had spotted him while patrolling in his vehicle. But when he reached Noah, he saw no one else with him. According to the old man, as he left the area that night, he had noticed a car driving off in the distance.

The place was remote, nearly deserted, so it had seemed strange to him. ---- Seeing Noah without any supplies and knowing he had work to attend to that morning, the ranger brought him to a nearby outpost to rest. Noah's heart sank as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it. Could Spence's men have taken Nick? Then why hadn't they taken him as well?

With Spence's methods, even if they had wanted to let him live, they wouldn't have shown him such mercy-allowing him to know so many secrets and even turn against the organization He couldn't make sense of it, but there was no time to dwell. First, he had to get out of this cursed place and relay the information. He tried to stand, but his body betrayed him, collapsing uncontrollably to the ground. Three days later, Khloe awoke with a start, her scream echoing through the house and startling the nurse and maid stationed outside her room. Someone quickly pushed the door open.

"Miss Roswell, are you all right? Are you feeling unwell?" ---- Khloe looked at them, her face streaked with tears, unable to speak. She had dreamed of Nick, bleeding profusely, battered and limping through the depths of a forest... She had tried to reach him, but no matter what, she could not get to him. "Miss Roswell..." a maid whispered again. Khloe finally regained some composure. "...I'm fine." Every night, her sleep was haunted by dreams of Nick, seemingly trapped in a world of suffering and danger. She glanced at the time, hastily throwing off her covers.

"Has Ralph arrived?" Ralph was expected today. He had been coordinating the search for Nick and also investigating the six bodies. "Mr. Remington is already waiting for you in the living room downstairs," the maid replied quickly. Khloe's heart skipped a beat. She tidied herself hurriedly and made her way to the living room. Arista and George were already there. Seeing their serious expressions, Khloe's chest tightened, her breath catching in her throat. Arista immediately stood to support her.

Khloe was physically weak; in truth, they hadn't wanted to call her in just to hear the ---- news, but she couldn't be kept in the dark. They had only waited until after briefing Ralph so there would be some preparation. George's face darkened as he saw her. His eyes flicked to the subtle curve of her abdomen. Without waiting for anyone else to speak, he said quietly, "Khloe... it is Nick's fate that he is ill- starred, and you two were never meant to be together. But your child... | beg you... please, bring this child into the world safely."