Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 725 Nick's clothes and belongings had been carefully packed and were being sent back to Goldmont City. Even if his body couldn't be found, his stuff would return home with them. The private jet lifted smoothly, cutting through the clear, endless skies of Naraida, leaving the city far behind. Meanwhile, in a mountainside villa on the outskirts of Naraida's capital, a flurry of blonde-haired, blue-eyed doctors moved in and out of a bedroom, discussing the condition of the patient lying inside.

A sharply dressed man entered, adjusting his cufflinks as he made a beeline for the bedside. The people around him instinctively stepped aside, nodding in acknowledgment. The man wasn't from Naraida. His black hair and dark eyes stood out against his tall, commanding frame. He exuded aristocratic refinement, but his sharp expression made anyone near him feel the weight of distance. "How is he?" he asked quietly, addressing his assistant. The assistant immediately spoke to the doctors in their language, then turned back with a reply, "Mr. Clarke, his injuries ---- are severe.

Multiple fractures in the limbs, minor internal bleeding, and most critically, nerve damage. That's why he's still unconscious." Lucas's gaze shifted to the man on the bed, the oxygen mask obscuring his face, his features still and lifeless. "Tell them-no matter what, bring him back," Lucas said, his brow furrowed, his tone sharp. The assistant quickly relayed the order. Lucas sank into a chair, studying the thin, fragile form on the bed. A storm of emotions churned inside him. "Nick... pull through. Didn't you always say you had a strong life?

Don't make it so easy to die," he muttered under his breath, a voice as much for himself as for the unconscious man. He stayed in the room until evening. Only when the assistant came to urge him did he finally rise to leave. Lucas was Naraida's largest gambling magnate, with a sprawling business empire and a nightly schedule crowded with obligations. In fact, Lucas owed everything he had to Nick. As he got into his car, he reminded his assistant again, "We have special guests at home. Keep this strictly confidential." "Don't worry, Mr. Clarke.

Everyone involved has already been silenced," the assistant replied, though unease lingered in his ---- voice. "But.. if you rescued him, why not-?" The assistant didn't know Nick's true identity. He only found it strange: anyone worth Lucas's all-out effort must be someone important-or someone with a deep personal connection. Why not contact the family? Why keep it secret? "Don't ask questions you shouldn't," Lucas snapped, cutting him off. The assistant swallowed his doubts.

In truth, it wasn't that Lucas didn't want to notify the Hunt family -his hand in saving Nick carried too many implications. For his own position, he could save Nick, but he could not appear publicly in the process. 1 Lucas and Nick had known each other since childhood. They had attended the same school. From an early age, Lucas had been determined to rise above everyone else. He studied rigorously, always ranking among the top of his class. His only rival, academically, was Nick.

Though in different classes, they were frequently called together by teachers to organize assignments or distribute work Gradually, they became familiar with each other. Lucas had heard that Nick's family background was exceptional, and he wanted to befriend him. But Nick was distant, cold, and ---- difficult to approach. Every attempt Lucas made to be warm and friendly was ignored. Eventually, classmates mocked Lucas for it, calling him a rich kid's sycophantic follower. Later, Lucas was kidnapped.

He soon realized that the kidnappers had intended to seize Nick-but because Lucas had been too close to him, they had mistaken Lucas for their target.