Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Khloe’s lips curved into a faint smile. “What a coincidence. I do know the Morrison heiress, and I know quite a few people in the Morrison family. To me, the Morrisons are as familiar as my own family.”

At Khloe’s words, the room fell silent. Surprise flickered in everyone’s eyes. Her tone was calm, unshakably serious, not the slightest hint of a joke. For a moment, nobody could tell if she was lying.

This was absurd. Denise knew the Morrison heiress, and now Khloe claimed to know her too. The Morrison family wasn’t just any family-they were Goldmont City’s top-tier elite, figures only ever glimpsed in the media. And here, in a tiny reunion, two people supposedly had access to them. 1

And Khloe’s claim-“as familiar as my own family”? That was outrageous.

A stifled snicker escaped Denise, and soon the laughter spread through the group.

“Khloe, do you think we’re all idiots? You know the Morrison heiress, fine. But familiar as your own family? Then how are you even here?”

Denise shook her head, flabbergasted. Khloe had really outdone herself this time. This was almost self- immolation by arrogance.

Someone couldn’t help but tease. “Khloe… are you going to say next that you are the Morrison heiress, the one who inherited billions?”

The comment made even the classmates who had viewed Khloe favorably shift uncomfortably: Everyone had come to reminisce, not to play games of pretense and status.

Khloe’s smile widened. “Exactly. You got it right. I am the Morrison family’s only heir, inheritor of billions.”

The room erupted in laughter, louder than before. Tina felt a flicker of embarrassment and tugged on Khloe’s hand. “Khloe, that’s enough, really…”

“Enough? If I can claim it, I’m not afraid of being challenged. Let’s see who’s really telling the truth,” Khloe said, eyes glinting.

Denise, fuming, pulled out her phone. “Fine. Watch closely. I’ll call the Morrison heiress, let her speak to you all, and tell you whether she really knows Khloe.

“If you’re lying, Khloe, I want you to finish every drink in this room tonight-and apologize on your knees.” Denise’s chin tilted arrogantly, her eyes flashing contempt. “Do you dare?”

“Alright. But if you’re lying?” Khloe countered coolly.

“What do you mean?”

Khloe blinked, letting a pause stretch for effect. Then she said, “I want you to record a video apology and send it to the alumni group. You must admit you’ve been jealous of me all this time, that you’ve never gotten over it, and that from now on, you will correct yourself and learn from me how to conduct yourself properly.”

The punishment was sharp, cruelly tailored to Denise’s weak spot. Her face drained of color. But she swallowed and nodded. She had already spoken so boldly-there was no turning back. Besides, Khloe couldn’t possibly know the Morrison heiress.

Khloe smiled faintly, signaling that Denise could proceed.

Denise unlocked her phone, navigated to a social profile, and held it up. The avatar featured a woman in a high-

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Chapter 43

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