Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 1063

The atmosphere inside the private room tightened for a brief moment.

But soon, Trey relaxed again. He leaned back into his chair, crossed one leg over the other, and let out a faint smile.

"Alright," he said casually. "You've said your piece, and you've vented your anger. Can we talk about your conditions now?"

Khloe looked at him.

There was a smile in his eyes—but beneath it, she saw something all too familiar.

Calculation.

Control.

And the desire to see her bow her head.

"My conditions are simple," Khloe said. "First, Olympus stops all operations against the Morrison Group and the Hunt Group. Second, you tell me where T7 is. Third—"

She paused slightly.

"Go back where you came from. And don't ever appear in front of me again."

Trey froze for a second after hearing her words, then he laughed loudly.

"Khloe," he said, leaning forward slightly, "are you negotiating with me, or giving me an order? Who do you think you are?"

Khloe looked at him without speaking.

The smile on Trey's face faded a little.

"T7?" he repeated. "You think I took it?"

Khloe's brows knitted slightly.

Seeing her reaction, Trey suddenly smiled again.

"So you don't know," he said. "Interesting."

He leaned back into his chair again, his fingers tapping lightly against the table.

"You know, Khloe," he said after taking a sip and setting the glass down, "sometimes I really do admire you."

Khloe looked at him.

He continued, "You could have stayed out of everything, but you insisted on getting involved. You could have walked away, but you chose to walk straight into the fire. And yet…"

He paused, the smile at his lips fading slightly.

"Even knowing Nick doesn't have much time left, you're still making things so complicated."

Khloe's lashes trembled faintly. But she said nothing.

Seeing her reaction, Trey suddenly chuckled. The sound was soft, yet in the quiet room it rang especially clearly.

"Don't be nervous," he said. "I'm only telling the truth. Watching you struggle like this is exhausting—but strangely enough, I quite enjoy it."

He leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, chin lifting slightly.

"Because only when I see you tired," he said slowly, "do I feel like… you're not that happy after all."