Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 779 Clarice, however, understood Khloe's little game perfectly. Khloe was merely stalling-buying time, trying to confirm whether Nick was truly under her control. Clarice wasn't worried. She had all the time in the world to play this out slowly with Khloe. Besides, she was already at the gambling table; there was no turning back. Spence still hadn't sent any news about Nick. The probability was high-he was gone. After sustaining such severe injuries and disappearing in the wilderness, even with extraordinary skill, survival seemed impossible.

"Madam, he's here," the butler whispered as he hurried into the elegant parlor where Clarice was sampling her wine. Her eyes sharpened. She waved a hand, signaling for the man to be brought in. Soon, Ethan was escorted into the room. Clarice set down her glass. The butler understood immediately and led everyone else out. Ethan looked a mess. Days of cooperating with the police investigation had left him unshaven, his clothes unchanged. The ---- once proud and noble young master now resembled a street wanderer.

Standing before Clarice, facing her calm, unreadable scrutiny, he clenched his fists at his sides. He swallowed hard. The past few days had been rough. At the station, he'd been reckless, indifferent. He hadn't expected to be brought here- and worse, by someone he never wanted to see again. "Hungry? Have something to eat," Clarice finally broke the silence after a long pause, sliding a tray of delicately arranged snacks toward him. But Ethan remained upright, refusing to move. "What's the matter? Just a short time apart, and you're already this distant?" Clarice smiled faintly.

He finally spoke. "What do you want to do?" "Do? What do you mean?" she replied, arching a brow. "You. You betrayed me," Ethan said bluntly, cutting to the chase What do you want to do with me?" Clarice remained silent for a long moment, sipping her wine. She took a blanket, poured a bit of wine for him, and placed it before him. ---- Ethan let out a self-mocking smile and drained the glass in one go. Clarice chuckled softly. "| know Khloe must have worked hard to persuade you. But no matter how she tried to sow discord between us, | don't care." Ethan's gaze darkened, conflicted.

His lips twitched, yet he remained silent. She continued, "The past is the past. No one knows you better than | do. You're clever, cautious, always weighing risks and rewards. You know why | can stand here unharmed today-it's because even Khloe can't touch me. "Out of consideration for our mother-son bond, I'll give you a chance." Clarice studied him closely, her expression growing sharper, more animated with each word.

By evening, the Hunt Group issued an official statement on its website, firmly and meticulously worded [Regarding today's false rumors about our CEO, Nick Hunt, the Hunt Group solemnly declares: ---- 1. Nick, due to personal health reasons, is currently abroad undergoing short-term recuperation and rehabilitation. He is safe and in good condition 2. During Nick's recuperation, corporate affairs are fully managed in accordance with company regulations and his authorization by Khloe Roswell. The group's operations continue normally, and all projects are proceeding as planned. 3.

Any reports or online posts claiming that Nick has 'died in an accident' are entirely fabricated, maliciously harming Nick's personal reputation and the credibility of the Hunt Group.)