Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

To her dismay, Khloe checked every table and couldn’t find her name card anywhere.

By now, all the other guests were seated. Left standing awkwardly by the side, she stuck out like a sore thumb.

A flustered floor manager approached. “Miss Morrison, dinner is about to be served. Please take your seat.”

“Alright.”

Scanning the room, Khloe spotted one empty chair at the head table and began walking toward it.

“Sorry, that seat isn’t available.”

A woman’s voice stopped her.

Khloe looked up–and of course, it was Veronica. It seemed fate had a cruel sense of humor.

Veronica’s lips curved into a mocking smile as she looked Khloe over. The young socialites seated around her ducked their heads, poorly hiding their giggles.

“I couldn’t find my name card,” Khloe stated calmly. “This seat doesn’t have one either, does it?”

She glanced at the empty place setting. Sure enough, there was no card..

“This is a reserved seat,” Veronica explained in a tone of exaggerated patience, dripping with condescension. “It’s for distinguished guests whose attendance isn’t confirmed. We don’t put name cards out for them. I thought that was common knowledge.”

The implication was clear: Khloe was an ignorant outsider.

The laughter around them grew louder, less restrained.

“Khloe, is this really your first time at an event like this? You’re supposed to find your assigned seat. Surely not. After such an impressive speech for the Morrison family, you mean you can’t even find your own place at the table?”

The banquet hall had grown quiet, the whispers carrying easily. Once again, Khloe was the center of attention, every eye fixed on her.

It was obvious–Veronica had tampered with her name card and had been lying in wait for this exact moment of public humiliation.

Khloe’s expression remained unreadable as she let her gaze sweep the tables one more time. Not a single place

card bore her name.

The looks directed her way were filled with open mockery, and the smug pride on Veronica’s face was unmistakable. 1

Then, a crisp, clear voice cut through the tension from behind Khloe.

“It seems the organizers are incompetent. I can’t find my name card either.”

Khloe turned. It was Winnie, standing with her arms crossed, one eyebrow arched as she stared down the panicked server. “You can’t even manage the seating arrangements for a banquet? Do you think the guests here tonight are riffraff you can disrespect?”

The server paled, frozen in place.

Khloe seized the opening. “Winnie is right.

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“Everyone here is a respected leader in their field. For the organizers to overlook something as fundamental as seating assignments–it’s not just a slight against Winnie and me, but a sign of disrespect to every guest present.

“Such unprofessionalism will make powerful families think twice before trusting you with future events. The Morrison family, for one, will be hesitant to work with a team this careless.”

“Th–the Morrison family?” The server’s face went ashen. His tray shook so violently he nearly dropped it.

Everyone knew that securing the Morrison family’s presence had been the organizers‘ crowning achievement. Khloe’s words were a death sentence.

Winnie’s eyebrow lifted in genuine surprise. For someone who looked so gentle, Khloe’s counterattack had been swift and merciless.

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