Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 727 Lucas had eyes and ears within Lacuna. When he learned of Nick's peril, loyalty and old friendship left him no choice: he had to save Nick. But given his current position, he couldn't risk exposing himself. Stepping into the fray would not only draw Lacuna's wrath but also alienate many of his key clients. The only solution was to locate Nick before the organization did, extract him in complete secrecy, and escort him safely back to his home country. Every step had to be invisible-no witnesses, no leaks.

Night clouds drifted, the moon traced its arc, and the sun slowly rose, While Naraida was just waking, Khloe had already landed in Goldmont City, where night still held sway. Arista worried about her traveling alone and wanted to take her straight to the Hunt family estate, but Khloe refused. She bid Arista a calm farewell, insisting she just wanted to go home and rest. Arista didn't press, instructing Lenny to see her safely back. ---- Loretta and Leon were at home, and Khloe wasn't yet ready to break the news about Nick. The emotional burden was too great. "I'll come see you tomorrow.

Tonight, just rest. Don't overthink things," Arista said, hugging her, stroking her face before leaving with George. George's expression was solemn. He, too, worried about how to break the news to his parents, and whether Khloe could bear the weight of the Hunt family business without Nick. Even if she had the capability, her pregnancy complicated everything The bigger question loomed: how long could the truth about Nick's death be postponed? On the way home, Khloe had already run through all these questions herself, but exhaustion and grief had left her body heavy and fragile.

Rest came first. Lenny parked the car beneath her apartment building, intending to escort her to the elevator, but she stopped him. She truly wanted to be alone. She didn't even have the energy to speak. Lenny hesitated, unsure how to offer comfort, but Khloe had already walked away. Inside, the darkened apartment suffocated her. Every memory of them together surged back. She looked out at the faint city lights through the floor-to-ceiling window and recalled the ---- moments they had watched sunsets side by side. "Khloe, you're back." The familiar low voice pierced her reverie.

Khloe froze, imagining the man standing at the far end of the living room, rising from the sofa. When she wasn't home, Nick wouldn't turn on the lights; he simply waited, quietly curled on the couch, holding his phone, feeling each day stretch endlessly. But the moment she returned, that entire day would suddenly be the most beautiful, the most worthwhile. Nick... Khloe rushed toward the sofa, hand outstretched, only to embrace empty air. He was gone. He would never wait for her to come home again.

She stood there for a long time, stunned, When reality finally settled, the night outside had grown darker, the lights in the apartment sparse and cold The next morning, before dawn, Khloe awoke with a start. She realized she had slept on the sofa with nothing but a thin blanket wrapped around her. Her neck ached fiercely. ---- Then, faint footsteps came from the kitchen. "Nick!"