Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 1030

But even with all of Khloe's preparations, as long as she wanted T7, she would always be at a disadvantage.

Khloe knew she was gambling with her life.

If Lacuna's target was only her, they could have already made their move.

But if saving Nick meant he could live… she was willing to take that gamble.

She got out of the car alone and followed the map directions straight into the warehouse.

Deep inside what should have been a pitch-black space, a light was on.

As she walked in, she immediately saw a man standing at the far end, facing her—wearing a mask.

"Khloe, you really are as sharp as they say. Thirty hours was more than enough time."

The man spoke as he walked toward her.

Seeing that he was alone, Khloe became even more alert.

"What do you want? My life?"

"I see you came prepared," the man chuckled, stopping in front of her. His face was heavily concealed, but under the dim light, faint, mottled scars could still be seen across it.

The moment he got close, Khloe suddenly pulled a micro handgun from the back of her waist and aimed it at him.

This was a parting gift from Lucas before she and Nick left—a custom-made, compact silenced pistol. She had never used it before, but instinct told her it would be easy to handle.

Seeing her draw the weapon, the man immediately raised both hands.

"Don't be so tense. If I wanted your life, I wouldn't have gone through the trouble of luring you here alone."

"What does the clue you left me mean?"

Even with the man surrendering, Khloe did not relax for a second. She pressed the muzzle against his throat and forced him back into the corner.

"If I left it specifically for you, of course I'd use a code only you would understand," the man said lightly. "Surely you haven't forgotten that before you married Nick, you had a deeply unforgettable past?"

His tone carried a faint mockery.

The man tilted his head slightly, still smiling.

"Everyone knows you're a saint. You'd risk your own life for your lover, and you've done so many good deeds in Goldmont City. You wouldn't kill someone who's only doing a hired job."

Khloe didn't bother arguing.

"I must get T7 today. Otherwise, I will take your life."

At that moment, the man's phone rang. His device was in the side pocket of his pants. With the gun still pressed against his throat, he didn't dare make any sudden move.

"Looks like my employer is calling. If you want T7, talk to them."

Khloe loosened her grip slightly. Only then did the man take out his phone and hand it over.

It was a video call.

The moment she pressed accept, a familiar face appeared.