Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 720 "George... you should go. Khloe needs to rest right now," Arista said softly. Khloe curled up, her back to them. She wasn't asleep, but she didn't respond to George either. "Nick transferred all his personal assets to you-even the Hunt family's holdings. He entrusted them all to you," George said steadily. "If it were before, | might have thought he'd lost his mind. But now... | think | understand. His love for you, his trust, is equal to. all that you've done for him," he continued.

"hope you both can shoulder the responsibilities entrusted to you, Only then will your love not have been in vain." It was as if he couldn't hear Arista's protests or see Khloe's silent defiance. He just stood there, peeling the orange with measured movements, his tone neither loud nor soft. "George..." Arista tried again to stop him. He finished peeling the orange, placed it aside, and looked at Khloe's frail back. "Recently, our company is facing difficulties. Our competitors ---- are fighting for next year's official authorization, the core of our business.

They've prepared for years and are coming aggressively. If we fail "Not only would the Hunt Group's years of effort go up in smoke, but the status we've built in the industry could vanish overnight. A company can fall in an instant." "George!" Arista snapped, anger flaring. She couldn't believe that even now, in such a critical moment, he was thinking about the company and profits. But he ignored her entirely, his tone growing heavier. "| know you blocked the news immediately to keep our family calm.

You want to protect Nick's responsibilities, to protect the family he had built, because it's his life's work and all he gave you. "Nick is gone, but you and the child still have to live. | don't want your grief to hold you back from what matters most, leaving you with regrets later. "Nick... surely wouldn't want to see you like this." With that, George said no more and tured to leave Arista clenched her fists, furious enough to chase him and slap him twice. But when she looked back at Khloe, she sank back into her seat.

She reached out as if to gently pat Khloe's back, ---- hesitant to disturb her. In the end, she only whispered, "Don't take George's words to heart. He's sharp-tongued, but he just doesn't want to see you suffer." Khloe remained silent. The next morning, Arista arrived at Khloe's room only to find the bed empty. Nurses and servants were tidying up. "Where's Khloe?" she asked urgently, grabbing someone. "Oh, Miss Roswell has gone to see Mr. Hunt," came the reply. Arista rushed immediately to George's room. The door was ajar, and she could hear Khloe's voice inside.

Panic surged through her, and she pushed the door open. But what she saw surprised her. Khloe's appearance had changed-she looked far better than in the previous days. Her earlier despair was gone; her face no longer bore that pall of deathly exhaustion. She wore a loose, casual outfit, her long hair tied neatly. Though plain, her appearance now radiated strength and calm-a quiet resilience. "Mom, you're here. | wanted to tell you-we're heading back to Goldmont City tomorrow."