Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47

The shift was palpable-from feigned friendliness to outright flattery tinged with fear.

“Khloe… what is your relationship with the Morrison family? Are you really… the Morrison heiress?”

Only the organizer of the reunion dared to ask, his voice tight, convinced he hadn’t crossed Khloe and hoping for clarity without offending her.

At once, others seized the chance to curry favor.

“Khloe, honestly, whether you’re the Morrison heiress or not, I’ve never thought you were doing badly. Back in university, I admired you so much!”

“Never thought I’d witness a story about a hidden heiress in real life-I must’ve hit the jackpot, haha…”

“Khloe, you’ve been hiding all this from us? How could you not tell a single soul?”

“Hey, don’t take what just happened to heart. We’re not close with Denise; she’s just difficult. We didn’t want the situation to get out of hand.”

The room buzzed again, but this time, everyone crowded around Khloe, leaving Tina gently pushed aside.

Denise, isolated and helpless, was ignored completely. People even shoved her back as if defending Khloe.

“Denise, seriously, you have no shame. This entire reunion, you’re the one causing trouble. You claim to know the Morrison heiress? She’s right in front of you, and you don’t even recognize her!”

“She can’t possibly be the Morrison heiress!” Denise still clung to her defiance, demanding proof.

“It doesn’t matter whether I’m the Morrison heiress or not.”

Khloe’s voice cut through the noise. The room fell silent. She walked toward Denise and raised her hand.

Expecting a strike, Denise instinctively shielded her face-but Khloe simply reached behind the sofa and retrieved the old bag she had brought with her.

“Denise, the circles you’ve been so desperate to squeeze into mean nothing to me. What I value are the times we were equals-when we fought and worked together.”

Her gaze swept across the silent room. There was no emotion in her eyes, only a quiet, unshakable authority.

“Status, identity, wealth-these are not standards to divide people, nor excuses to trample on others’ dignity.

“If a single phone call from the Morrison family can make you flip from arrogance to obsequiousness, then what you fear isn’t a person-it’s the price tag others wear. Such flattery diminishes you and desecrates the meaning of our friendship as former classmates.”

Her eyes returned to Denise.

“Remember your promise. I hope you keep your word. If you don’t, I have ways to make sure you do.”

Denise’s defiance faltered. The sheer presence and authority emanating from Khloe left her trembling.

Everyone else, too, blushed and looked down, their courage to ingratiate themselves entirely gone.

Khloe stepped to Tina and patted her shoulder.

“It’s getting late. I’ll head out now. Good luck tomorrow.”

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