Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 574

Khloe's rapid-fire questions left Delilah momentarily speechless.

But she quickly lowered her gaze. "It's nothing, Miss Khloe. You're overthinking. Really, it's exactly as I said—they should be back soon, and then you can confirm everything with them yourself."

Khloe didn't respond further. As soon as she returned to the villa, she headed straight for the adjacent building.

Delilah blocked her again.

"Miss Khloe, you're going the wrong way."

"Either you return my people to me, or I'll go find them myself. Step aside!"

This time, Khloe's tone left no room for argument. Delilah couldn't stop her and had no choice but to follow.

At the door, several bodyguards were already waiting in the corridor. With just a gesture from Delilah, they moved to intercept.

"Miss Khloe, please stop."

"What is the meaning of this?" Khloe shot a sharp glance at Delilah.

"Miss Khloe," one of the bodyguards began respectfully. "Your friends were feeling unwell and were just taken to a nearby hospital for treatment."

The explanation was clumsy enough that Khloe almost wanted to laugh. She turned her gaze back to Delilah.

"Delilah, should I ask my grandfather myself, or will you tell me?"

Delilah nodded, her face cold and unreadable. She said only softly, "Miss Khloe, you cannot leave at the moment. This is indeed Master Henry's order. If you don't press the matter, he doesn't want you to bear any mental burden. But rest assured… your friends are safe—they simply cannot meet you right now."

"Cannot leave? Are you seriously restricting my freedom?" Khloe's voice was icy, and a flicker of surprise crossed her mind.

Every message Nick sent after that had gone unanswered.

"Have you located Henry's address?" he asked coldly after a long silence.

Lenny nodded, understanding immediately. The driver changed course.

Nick's impromptu flight had been meant to surprise Khloe. To avoid disturbing her, arrangements for accommodation had been made in advance so she could settle in before they met.

Under the cover of night, Nick's convoy slowly navigated the winding mountain tunnel. The roads to the Morrison estate were treacherous; the drivers were on high alert.

No one noticed the SUV silently tailing them from behind.

The passenger-side window was rolled down halfway, a muscular arm resting on the frame. A cigarette glowed briefly before the wind caught it, and a few puffs later, it was tossed aside. Tiny sparks scattered into the darkness, vanishing almost instantly.