Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

“I’m at this age, and I still have to be lectured by my daughter–in–law? I’ve lost all face! Who does she think she is? If you hadn’t insisted on marrying her, would a woman ke her ever have been worthy of setting foot in the Fox family home?” Stella wailed.

Seeing Trey remain unmoved, she spun around and began pounding her chest in a dramatic fit of fury.

Feeling completely helpless, Trey finally relented. He promised his mother he would discipline Khloe and personally bring her over to apologize to Alicia.

After leaving Alicia’s house, Trey immediately called Khloe

She took her time answering, and his tone was laced with impatience. “Are you home yet?”

“No. I’m still with a client. What is it?”

At that moment, Khloe was seated in the revolving restaurant at Oscar’s estate. A maid stood beside her, meticulously slicing a perfect cut of prime veal.

She hadn’t bothered to step away to take the call. Catching the cue, Oscar gave a subtle glance, and everyone in the room quietly withdrew.

“Mother and Alicia called you today. You stood them up?” Trey got straight to the point.

Khloe’s lips curved into a faint smile. “That’s right.”

“Khloe, Mother is an elder. Even if her temper’s bad, you should give her some leeway. And Alicia–she’s in confinement, her emotions are unstable. You shouldn’t hold it against her…”

His voice was gentle, but the reproach was unmistakable.

He didn’t fully believe Khloe was as terrible as his mother and sister made her out to be. But with the family in such an uproar–Alicia even threatening divorce–if his father blamed him, the responsibility would fall squarely on his shoulders.

Combined with the recent stress at the company, his frustration boiled over. Without even hearing her side of the story, he started giving orders.

“Here’s the plan. Tell me where you are. When you’re done. I’ll pick you up. We’ll go see Mother and Alicia together, clear the air, and put this whole thing to rest.”

Trey thought he was being reasonable. If Stella’s anger festered and Alicia kept making a scene, Khloe might be dragged back for a formal family reprimand.

Listening to him, Khloe almost laughed out loud.

But after a moment’s pause, she didn’t refuse outright. Instead, she casually sent him an address–one that was conveniently far away.

After hanging up, she set down her cutlery and dabbed her lips with a napkin. She was nearly finished with her meal anyway.

“Trouble?” Oscar finally spoke, swirling the wine in his glass with a hint of disdain. “Need me to take care of it?”

He had no interest in prying into her personal life, but as a man of the world, he understood that for a young woman, the most vexing problems were often matters of the heart.

“No need, Uncle. I can handle this myself. It’s nothing major.”

Khloe thanked him for dinner and stood to leave.

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Oscar walked her to the garage, reminding her not to forget the event the following evening.

Having just inherited her family’s assets, Khloe needed to make a proper appearance before the shareholders. By chance, the Morrison family was hosting a small business banquet the next night. It would be the perfect opportunity.

She agreed, and Oscar added, “By the way, after meeting Nick the other night, has there been any progress?”

“We exchanged contact information.”

Khloe had almost forgotten about it. After that evening, Nick had added her on social media, but his profile was completely blank–as if she’d been blocked.

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