Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Khloe’s face was flushed. The scent of alcohol clung to her. Her eyes were a little unfocused, but even drunk, Khloe carried a magnetic beauty that could make heads turn.

Charlotte watched her, understanding the thoughts running through those men’s heads. Khloe was formidable in business, but alone as a woman, she was still a target. Charlotte couldn’t talk her out of it; all she could do was follow her back to the table.

The laughter hit them from across the room, loud and crude, carrying even to the doorway.

“Her proposal’s decent, but the project? Not so much.”

“I’d invest… if she’s willing to give me a taste…”

“Khloe’s face, and figure-she’s top tier, hahaha!”

Khloe froze. Every word carried clearly to her ears. Charlotte’s blood boiled. She wanted to storm forward and shut them up, but Khloe held her back.

Drunk as she was, her mind was still sharp. She had drunk all that alcohol. There was no way she was letting them leave without signing that contract tonight.

“Recorder on?” Khloe asked Charlotte.

Charlotte nodded, pulling it out immediately. This was routine-always record business discussions just in case. The hotel hallway was quiet; the Hunt Group’s representatives’ voices were captured perfectly.

Khloe nodded again, telling Charlotte to wait outside. She pushed the door open and locked it behind her.

The men froze. Khloe had returned far too quickly. Had she overheard their conversation?

She grabbed the investment contract off the side and staggered toward the head of the table.

“Mr. Stinson, Mr. Ramsay, Mr. Mitchell,” she began, her voice steady despite the sway of her body.

“We’ve discussed this project for two hours. I’ve explained the profit model, the proposals, the coordination. Everything.

“The preliminary intent letter from the Cameron Group is ready; once funds are in place, the first phase can begin next month. I’d like to know if you have any concrete thoughts on the project itself.”

Samuel Stinson put down his glass, belched, and smirked with a faintly lecherous gleam.

“Miss Roswell, thoughts? Sure, but we’re here to enjoy ourselves too, right? If you can have another round with us, who knows-maybe we’ll sign the contract tonight.”

Anthony Ramsay chimed in, tapping his fingers along the table,

“Exactly. You’re capable, and your tolerance must be high. Three more drinks from you, and we’ll add two hundred thousand to the investment. Deal?”

The air shifted instantly. On the surface, they were negotiating terms-but beneath it, they were trying to intimidate her.

Khloe didn’t flinch. She smiled.

“You three are seasoned investors. You should understand better than me that investment is about potential, not

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alcohol tolerance. I came today to work toward mutual gain, not to drink with you.”

“And by the way,” she added, “the team leaders you brought with you just whispered in my ear-your company is bidding on a Morrison Group project. Coincidentally, that project now falls under my supervision.”

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