Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 772 Khloe didn't respond to Angela's words. Instead, she let a mocking smile play across her lips-a smile that landed like a slap, sharp and heavy, across Angela's face. Angela's brows furrowed in frustration. She was being held firmly, unable to struggle or move. Michelle stepped forward, her tone cool and teasing. "Now | see what it means to be a villain who complains first. 'Ruthless'? Don't flatter yourself by calling yourself that-you're so far past it that even that word is an insult." "Khloe," Angela continued, teeth gritted, "I heard Nick is gravely ill ..

I'm genuinely worried for you. You finally got married, and now -are you already starting your widowhood?" The words made Angela's blood boil, but she knew squabbling with Michelle was pointless. She pressed on, speaking slowly and deliberately toward Khloe. But Khloe loosened her grip on Angela's face slightly, her lips curling into an even sharper, colder smile. Angela's insults didn't even register as an emotional ripple. When Angela finished, Khloe opened her hand, as if signaling she had no more interest in the confrontation. Angela's eyes ---- narrowed in suspicion.

Then, almost immediately after taking a step back, Khloe spun around and slapped Angela hard across the face. Angela was startled and hadn't even had time to react when Khloe followed with three consecutive slaps, each one heavy and precise. Blood instantly filled Angela's mouth. The guards held her arms firmly, and though her rage surged, she couldn't retaliate "Khloe!!!" Angela's voice cracked with fury, words stumbling out in disbelief. "You... you dare hit me! I-I'm calling the police!" Khloe lowered her head. Her palms stung from the force she had used.

Michelle blinked, shocked at how a woman who looked so composed could erupt with such ferocity-but then her lips curved in satisfaction. "Angela," Michelle said, stepping closer with a wicked gleam, "I can vouch for Khloe. You just cursed someone, and those slaps? You eamed every one. But judging by why you came here today- trying to make trouble-you go ahead and call the police. Don't worry about medical bills, Khloe won't pay... | will." She leaned in closer to Angela's ear, her tone dark and teasing. "I promise, you'll stay in the hospital... forever." Angela's face went pale.

---- With a flick of Michelle's wrist, the guards dropped any pretense of courtesy. They yanked Angela out roughly, smashing her phone to pieces in the process. Michelle had already made sure nothing else would be left intact. Combined with the Morrison Group's previous ban on Angela and Trey stepping foot on their turf, the Hunt Group now had some useful intel to work with. Outside, Lenny sat waiting in the car. By the time he caught wind of what was happening and came to pick up Khloe and Michelle, it was already over.

"Madam, are you alright?" Lenny asked, his face tight with concern as he looked at Khloe. She shook her head. Angela hadn't laid a hand on her, but the scene had ruined her appetite and her mood. Michelle walked alongside Khloe and shot Lenny a sly look. " Don't underestimate Khloe. All you ever do is ask if she's okay. This is Hunt Group territory-what exactly did you think was going to happen?" Lenny fell silent, a little embarrassed by the jab, and didn't dare respond. Michelle caught his flustered expression and couldn't help but feel a flicker of satisfaction.

---- Always hovering around Khloe like she might fall apart at any second... but when Michelle was right there with her, no one even thought to ask if she was okay. Still, as they walked, a faint unease crept over Michelle. Something felt off.