Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 55

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Chapter 55

Ethan wasn’t entirely wrong. The Morrison Group’s hold on top talent was legendary; he himself had grinded his way up from the bottom, repeatedly driving the company past critical market milestones before securing his current, powerful seat.

For Khloe to seize real control and permanently silence her opposition, the barriers extended far beyond just Ethan and Clarice.

“Fine,” Ethan conceded, his tone deceptively casual.

“But how can you guarantee that successfully completing this project on my own will grant me the authority to manage the company?” Khloe pressed, her voice calm but incisive.

A thin, ironic smile played on Ethan’s lips. He had assumed she was ignorant of the finer details, and he was prepared. With a few taps on his phone, a contract instantly appeared on Khloe’s desktop monitor: a performance- based agreement.

“Sign this, and it’s binding. Deliver on the project, and you’ll have management authority equal to mine,” he stated. “Naturally, Mother still retains certain exclusive powers.”

Before his words had even fully settled in the room, a soft chime confirmed Khloe had already clicked to sign. Watching her profile illuminated by the screen’s glow, a flicker of amusement crossed Ethan’s eyes as he glanced at his watch.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he added lightly. “You have exactly one week. No extensions. Good luck.”

Evening had settled over the Fox residence.

Stella was at the card table with a few of her socialite friends when a servant approached, carrying a package.

“Madam, a document has arrived for you.”

“Who’s it from?” she asked, not looking up from her hand.

Lately, Stella’s nerves had been frayed. Her husband, Arthur, had forbidden her from attending to Alicia during her postpartum confinement because of the whole Khloe situation; her daughter was constantly calling with complaints, and while Alicia and Stanley weren’t headed for divorce, their arguments were relentless.

“Madam, it’s anonymous-an encrypted, private courier,” the servant replied.

Stella’s cards were terrible; irritation flashed across her face. “Well, open it. Let’s see what this is about.”

The servant complied. Inside was a stack of photographs, which he handed over.

Stella’s friend scanned them.

“Well, isn’t this ‘Trey? And the woman with him… I don’t recognize her. This isn’t Khloe, is it? What’s all this? Has he finally taken a mistress?”

Her words immediately drew the attention of the other players.

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