Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 562

Chapter 562

“If you’re busy, you don’t have to come out. I’ll leave it at the door.”

Ralph spoke, then waited a few seconds.

When no response came, he finally turned and walked away.

Khloe couldn’t help but smile. Only after the corridor had fallen completely silent did she open her door.

A neatly wrapped gift box lay on the soft carpet.

She stepped out, confirming that Ralph had indeed left, and bent to pick it up. The box wasn’t heavy, but its craftsmanship was exquisite. Hesitating for a moment in the center of the room, she untied the satin ribbon.

Inside was a palm-sized sculpture.

It was her-Khloe herself.

She frowned, inspecting the delicate work. The scene depicted seemed to be from her speech at the charity gala. The blue dress she wore in the sculpture shimmered, each of its thousands of tiny natural sapphires meticulously inlaid.

Yet, the real value wasn’t in the gems. It was the artist: the internationally renowned master, Commo. Now over sixty, he had long retired from public life.

Ralph had commissioned this personal, hand-crafted sculpture for her. The care, thoughtfulness, and sheer expense behind such a gift were staggering.

Beside the box was a card, written in his bold, flowing hand: [A small gift to express my feelings. I hope you will accept it. Ralph]

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Polite. Normal, at first glance.

But… anyone capable of sending such a gift could not possibly have normal intentions.

Khloe carefully put the sculpture back in its place at a distance. Then she drafted a message to Ralph.

Khloe: [Ralph, I appreciate your kindness, but I cannot accept such a gift. I am already married and devoted to my husband. I do not wish for your goodwill to cause any misunderstanding, nor do I want you to harbor unrealistic expectations toward me. If you do not retrieve the gift, any further cooperation with Dust Capital will be impossible.]

Half an hour later, his reply came: [Khloe, I apologize for causing you trouble. I have taken back the gift. Good night.]

Having made things clear, Khloe finally exhaled.

What was all this about? What exactly was Henry plotting?

Sleep eluded her completely. She messaged her assistant immediately, instructing arrangements for her return to the country-she would leave tomorrow.

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Rain had fallen steadily all night. Goldmont had cooled in recent days, and by dawn, wind gusted sharply. Rain lashed down in torrents, and the sky hung heavy and dark, as if the world were ending.

Michael rose before daybreak.

Descending to the dining room, he found the housekeeper hadn’t yet prepared breakfast Curious, she asked, Master Michael, why are you up so early? Is there something you need to do?”

Normally, Michael’s assistant would have informed the household of any early plans. If he were leaving or had an early appointment, they would have risen even earlier to prepare.

Michael had disliked eating out since childhood. While Oscar was at home, father and son usually shared all meals together.

“I have a few things to attend to,” he said.

He didn’t ask for breakfast to be prepared, instead making himself a cup of black coffee. After drinking half, the butler brought down his suitcase.

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