Billionaire’s Match By Tangy Candy Novel Chapter 456
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Read Billionaire’s Match By Tangy Candy Novel Chapter 456 – —- Chapter 456 “No… impossible… how could that be…” Lauren muttered under her breath, but her breathing had already grown rapid and uneven. The people she’d brought hurried to calm her, afraid she might become too agitated. Lauren shoved them away and forced herself to stand upright, though her entire body trembled violently. “You’re lying… how could you possibly-” Seeing that she still refused to believe it, the head of security stepped forward. “Normally, we’re required to keep homeowners’ identities confidential. But since Mr.
Hunt has spoken, we can’t very well keep it hidden anymore. Madam, the man standing before you is indeed the current CEO of the Hunt Group. And these two are legally married-just relatively low-key about it. “As for this residential complex and its property management- they’re also under the Hunt Group. Your claim that Miss Roswell used your family’s money to buy a house here is ridiculous. Saying so would only make you a laughingstock.” The guard’s words were delivered calmly, but they landed like a —- hard slap across Lauren’s face. Her head spun, the world tilting violently around her.
Even if Khloe and this man were lying, the entire property management couldn’t possibly be cooperating in some elaborate deception. It was the first time Khloe herself had learned that this place was actually Nick’s territory. She couldn’t help lifting her eyes to him. There was a faint smile in his gaze; his lips parted slightly, then pressed together again. With just that look, the two of them understood each other without a word. No wonder, back at the sales office, everyone’s attitude had shifted so abruptly when he’d appeared. “Well done, Nick,” Khloe murmured softly.
“So the place was yours all along, and you still made me pay for it?” “The apartment is mine. I’m yours.” Nick cupped her chin and said sincerely, “Everything under my name is yours.” At the time, they weren’t married yet. When he’d come over, she had already set her heart on this apartment and was in the middle of the paperwork. —- Nick knew that what Khloe needed most back then was a home that truly belonged to her. So he hadn’t said a word. After all, they were family. His money would belong to her sooner or later. Lauren stood there speechless for a long while.
Seeing that she still seemed unable to accept it, the guards asked Nick for permission and then pulled up documents on a phone. “Take a good look,” the security captain said. “Several developments here are under the Hunt Group. Every inch of land you’re standing on right now belongs to Mr. Hunt. “So you can give up now. Miss Roswell is Mr. Hunt’s wife. She has nothing to do with the Fox family whatsoever.” A few short sentences were all it took. The people nearby couldn’t help letting out mocking snorts.
Lauren’s earlier performance had been nothing short of a farce If not for Nick’s steady gaze restraining them-as if he’d deliberately been waiting for her to make a spectacle-they wouldn’t have held it in for so long. At last, Lauren’s legs gave out. She nearly collapsed to the ground, but two guards reacted quickly, grabbing her arms to hold her up. —- “Lies… lies…” She kept shaking her head, muttering to herself. Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, she looked up at the two of them. “You’re lying! Khloe is just an orphan.
How could a family as prominent as the Hunts possibly marry a woman like her? Didn’t you just say you were well matched? That’s a lie!” As though clutching at her final lifeline, a flicker of light reignited in Lauren’s clouded eyes. This time, Khloe and Nick exchanged a silent glance. Neither of them intended to speak. The head of security understood immediately and stepped in. “You didn’t know? Miss Roswell and Mr. Hunt are perfectly well matched. Miss Roswell is the daughter of the late Niel Morrison, formerly the richest man in Goldmont.
Miss Roswell is also the sole heir of Morrison Pharmaceuticals. If that still doesn’t count as being well matched, then there’s no such thing as a suitable match in this world.”