Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 761 It seemed some knots in the heart could only be untied with another heart. Lucas knew this very well. Nick was enduring such excruciating pain all for the sake of his wife. He stood silently by the door for half an hour, watching. During that time, Nick ignored the doctors' pleas to rest. Even as sweat soaked through his clothes, even as pain shot through him like fire, he didn't stop performing his rehabilitation exercises for a single moment. Lucas gave a few instructions to the staff nearby, then quietly turned and left. Late at night, inside the Morrison Group building.

Charlotte had just finished overtime. Stepping out of the elevator, she noticed a lone figure sitting in the corner of the reception hall. By now, almost everyone else had left. There was no one else who could possibly be waiting here. ---- Her eyes instinctively went to the figure. The back seemed strangely familiar. She returned to the front desk, where the attendant, half-asleep, was scrolling on his phone. "Who is that? A visitor at this hour?" Charlotte's voice instantly snapped the attendant awake. He squinted at the corner. "I'm not sure. He's been here since this afternoon.

Said he was looking for Miss Roswell. | told him she's not in, but he hasn't left. If he doesn't leave soon, I'll call security." Hearing that the visitor was looking for Khloe, Charlotte's curiosity spiked. She walked closer. As she neared, she realized she wasn't imagining it-she had seen this man before... at the phone store when she helped Christopher buy a phone! "It's you?" Charlotte's voice was low as she approached his side. Noah lifted his eyes, momentarily dazed. Charlotte quickly added, "You don't remember?

Last time at the phone store, you bought the phone | was holding." "You're the one," Noah said, recognition flashing across his face. ---- He furrowed his brow. "You work here?" He immediately stood up. Charlotte noticed how disheveled he looked. A large, worn, olive- green military-style coat hung loosely on him. His pants were coated in dust. Under the harsh lights, his face was lined with small scars, and his beard had grown out. The healthy, model-like man she'd seen in the phone store before was gone-this was someone entirely different. "|... am," Charlotte replied instinctively.

"Do you know Khloe? | need to see her!" Suddenly, he grabbed her hand. Charlotte jumped, startled by the abrupt contact, and let out a sharp gasp. Her cry immediately drew the attention of the building security. Noah had been sitting there so long, looking odd and suspicious. Normally, they would have kicked him out by now, but because he claimed to know Khloe, they had hesitated By the time the security guards approached, Charlotte realized she had no choice but to lead Noah quickly out of the building.

She didn't dare leave him alone, so she brought him to the company entrance and immediately asked, "Why are you looking ---- for Khloe? What's your relationship with her?" "| have urgent matters to discuss with her. Just help me contact her-don't worry about anything else," Noah said coldly, his tone firm and insistent. In recent days, both his nerves and his body had been pushed to the brink. When he was on the mountain, he had been badly injured. He'd been unconscious for several days, and it was only because that foreign man brought him to a small clinic that he hadn't died from infection.

But he had suffered through days of unrelenting high fever, leaving him weak and utterly drained.