Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 575

"Madam, we've got good news."

As the call connected, the person inside the car withdrew his arm, rolled up the window, and let out a low chuckle.

"Understood."

Clarice ended the call and lowered her gaze to the set of photos that had just come in on her phone.

Nick had actually arrived in Naraida this quickly.

Spence's people had been keeping Nick under constant watch. But with the strict surveillance in Goldmont, there was no chance to make a move. They could only wait for him to leave the city.

Clarice knew very well that as long as Khloe stayed abroad and didn't return home, Nick would eventually lose his patience.

It was only a matter of time.

Everything was unfolding exactly as she had anticipated.

She took a bottle of dry red wine from the cabinet and poured herself half a glass. Before she could savor it, a knock interrupted her.

The visitor was one of Henry's people—Delilah.

"It's quite late. What is it?" Clarice asked.

"Madam Clarice, Master Henry would like to discuss something with you. Please come with me."

Delilah lowered her head respectfully.

A faint glimmer flickered in Clarice's eyes, as though she had guessed what this was about. She curved her lips into a smile. "Wait a moment. I'll change my clothes."

"I want to see Grandpa!" Khloe knocked hard on the door that had been locked from the outside and spoke coldly.

Four bodyguards stood guard outside. Hearing her voice, one of them answered immediately, "Miss Khloe, your request has already been reported. If Master Henry wishes to see you, we will escort you to him. It's late now. Please rest first."

Within just a few hours, Khloe had knocked on the door countless times, and every response was the same.

After Delilah had bodyguards forcibly escort her back to her room, Khloe's phone lost its signal.

Even if it did have service, she suspected it was already being monitored.

Khloe was certain of one thing: he did not intend to harm her.

"Open the door! If you don't open it, I'll break it down! My health isn't good. If something happens to me, you'll all be held responsible!"

She shouted her threats several times.

When there was still no response, she rammed the door hard with her elbow.

The pain was excruciating.

She quickly turned around, grabbed the quilt from the bed, wrapped it around herself, and began slamming into the door again with brute force.

Each impact was louder than the last, each strike more violent than before.

The bodyguards outside began to panic, exchanging uneasy glances.

Finally, one of them couldn't hold back and called out, "Miss Khloe, please don't do this! You're delicate—if you really get hurt, Master Henry will be heartbroken too…"