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\u201cHave your assistant drive you,\u201d Khloe said evenly. \u201cI\u2019ve got an appointment with a realtor. I\u2019m going to look at a house.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Trey froze in surprise. \u201cBut there\u2019s a major company meeting today\u2014\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThis property is about to have multiple offers. If I don\u2019t see it today, it will be gone.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Khloe cut him off, her tone placid. A faint smile played on her lips, not quite reaching her eyes. \u201cBesides, you\u2019re always the one telling me that work is endless, and that I should learn to treat myself once in a while.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a reason he couldn\u2019t pinpoint, a chill ran down Trey\u2019s spine. He forced an easygoing smile. \u201cAlright, then I\u2019ll skip the office too. I\u2019ll come with you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not necessary.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her smile widened, bright and almost girlish, as she turned and lightly tapped a finger against his chest. \u201cI want to pick it out myself. Once I\u2019ve made up my mind, I\u2019ll take you to see it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Of course, she saw right through him. He didn\u2019t want to accompany her; he wanted to supervise her. If the property was purchased jointly, it would ultimately become an asset for him and Angela.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her voice was so playful it made Trey\u2019s heart skip a beat. He caught her wrist. \u201cSo it\u2019s a surprise for me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course it is.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Khloe\u2019s smile stiffened for a second before she pulled her hand away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright. I\u2019ll let you have your way,\u201d Trey murmured, his voice dropping as he slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a casual embrace.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Khloe had no room to retreat, forcing herself to stand still and not flinch from his touch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But as he watched her car disappear down the street, the pleasant facade melted from his face. Was it his imagination, or had she changed? Or was it just a woman\u2019s intuition\u2014had she picked up on something and was now acting out of jealousy toward Angela?\u00a0<\/p>\n
He tugged irritably at his tie. He couldn\u2019t let Khloe get under his skin. It didn\u2019t matter how capable she was, or how devoted she had been. In the end, he would only ever have one wife: Angela.\u00a0<\/p>\n
An hour later, Khloe stood before a floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the financial district.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The unit was a single-level penthouse, fully finished with top-grade materials and state-of-the-art smart-home technology. The d\u00e9cor struck a balance between minimalist and ultra-luxurious, every furnishing chosen with impeccable taste. Though not the largest floor plan\u2014just over 3,000 square feet\u2014it occupied the most coveted address in the entire city.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She could already imagine how breathtaking the view would be when the city lights began to shimmer after dark.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll take it. Please prepare the paperwork. The deed will be in my name only,\u201d Khloe told the sales manager with quiet satisfaction.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The property was turnkey ready. That meant she could walk away from that suffocating, disgusting so-called \u201chome\u201d whenever she pleased.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, right away.\u201d The manager\u2019s eyes lit up with pleasant surprise. He had assumed she was just browsing, but her decisive purchase instantly elevated her status. He personally escorted her to the VIP lounge, ordered refreshments, and went to prepare the contract. All Khloe had to do was sign and swipe her card; his team would handle the rest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was waiting when a shrill, imperious voice cut through the calm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you\u2019re the one trying to steal the apartment I had my eye on?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Khloe turned to see a young woman in head-to-toe designer striding toward her, flanked by two bodyguards and trailed by another sales manager.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you speaking to me?\u201d Khloe asked mildly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWho else would I be talking to? I called dibs on the unit in Bouvardia Ave! It\u2019s mine!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The woman ripped off her sunglasses, revealing sharp, glamorous eyes flashing with pure entitlement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe manager never mentioned the unit was reserved, and you haven\u2019t paid a deposit. If I pay first, it\u2019s mine,\u201d Khloe replied coolly, uninterested in a pointless argument. She stood, intending to move to a quieter spot.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The woman stamped her foot\u2014twice\u2014in a show of frustration. \u201cI don\u2019t care! I don\u2019t need your permission. I have priority here. Whether you like it or not, you need to back off!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cPriority?\u201d Khloe arched an eyebrow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOur policy is to prioritize clients based on their financial profile. Purchases aren\u2019t necessarily first-come, first-served. Clients with greater assets receive preferential treatment.\u201d The female sales manager delivered her explanation without so much as looking at Khloe, her tone dripping with open disdain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Khloe\u2019s brows drew together. \u201cThis policy really does leave a person\u2026 speechless.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just then, the original manager returned, looking deeply apologetic. He leaned in and whispered, \u201cI\u2019m so sorry. That young lady is a member of the Olson family\u2014the heiress to Olson Toys, one of the largest toy brands in the country.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ah. Khloe placed it now. Olson Toys was fifth on the city\u2019s list of top corporations. No wonder the woman carried herself with such unchecked arrogance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The other manager pressed on, her tone patronizing. \u201cI understand you\u2019re disappointed, but rules are rules.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not disappointed,\u201d Khloe replied, a cool smile touching her lips. \u201cI\u2019m just pointing out that, by your own rules, my financial standing gives me priority over hers. This apartment is mine. Please process the paperwork quickly. I don\u2019t have all day.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Khloe\u2019s words hung in the air.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d both the heiress and her sales manager stammered in unison.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe actually said she outranks me?\u201d Miss Olson sneered, her voice dripping with disbelief.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The female manager frantically scanned her tablet. It couldn\u2019t be. Anyone with a higher net worth than the Olsons would have triggered system-wide alerts, and the general manager would have been personally notified to greet them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Judging by Khloe\u2019s simple, understated clothes, she couldn\u2019t possibly be from established old money. A newly rich upstart, at best.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMiss, perhaps you don\u2019t fully understand our process,\u201d the manager said, her tone condescending. \u201cOur properties require a formal asset verification\u2014\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThen verify them,\u201d Khloe cut her off, handing over her ID without a hint of annoyance. She had dealt with far more than just social climbers and snobs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The male manager looked doubtful but proceeded with the verification all the same.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, upstairs in a private viewing suite, a curtain fluttered. A tall, imposing figure stood and murmured to his assistant, who immediately began issuing commands, \u201cMr. Hunt has given instructions. Tell them to stop the verification. That woman is the Morrison heiress.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
In Goldmont City, there was only one Morrison family\u2014the number-one financial power in the city. But no one had ever heard of there being a Morrison heiress before.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Downstairs, Khloe settled back onto the sofa, perfectly composed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The female manager had lost all patience. \u201cMiss, please stop overestimating yourself. Maybe you can afford one property, but that\u2019s probably the extent of your wealth. Don\u2019t waste Miss Olson\u2019s time any further, or I\u2019ll have to call security to escort you out.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Miss Olson waved a dismissive hand, now looking almost amused. \u201cLet her. I want to see what this \u2018priority\u2019 of hers looks like. But remember,\u201d she said, her eyes narrowing at Khloe, \u201cif you\u2019ve wasted my time, you will get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness. Otherwise, don\u2019t blame me for what happens next.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Khloe observed the newcomer with detached curiosity. The woman appeared to be even younger than her\u2014barely twenty years old, embodying the quintessential spoiled heiress who had never been denied a thing in her life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Khloe smiled faintly. \u201cAnd if I do have priority? Will you get on your knees and beg me instead?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2014\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before Miss Olson could finish her retort, the male manager came rushing back, his face pale and beaded with sweat. \u201cMiss Morrison, my heartfelt apologies! You absolutely have priority! Please, forgive our terrible oversight!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The revelation sent a shockwave through the sales team. Khloe\u2019s verified assets were in the hundreds of billions. And her identity? She was the Morrison family\u2019s daughter, recently acknowledged as the sole biological heir.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The female manager\u2019s legs buckled. She collapsed to the floor, stammering, \u201cI-I\u2019m so sorry, Miss Morrison! I didn\u2019t know who you were! Please, don\u2019t take this out on me\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Miss Olson turned to stone, her eyes wide with horror.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Morrison? From the Morrison family? In this city, a single word from them could make markets rise or fall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease hurry with the paperwork. I don\u2019t have all day,\u201d Khloe said coolly, utterly unmoved by their sudden groveling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The contract was thrust before her. She signed without a second\u2019s hesitation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Miss Olson could only stare, her mind reeling. \u201cYou\u2019re a Morrison? But\u2026 I know everyone in your generation. I\u2019ve never seen you before!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThis has to be a scam!\u201d she snapped, convincing herself it was the only explanation. She gestured sharply to her bodyguards, who moved to physically remove Khloe from the premises.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But before they could lay a hand on her, a new group of men in dark suits flowed into the lobby, swiftly forming a barrier. At their head walked a man with an air of quiet authority\u2014middle-aged, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his silver-streaked hair complementing the gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMiss Olson, we have met,\u201d he said. \u201cI am Nigel Bartlet, head steward of the Morrison family.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The name alone sucked the air from the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even Khloe felt a jolt of surprise. Why would someone from the Morrison family suddenly appear here? She wondered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sheer gravity of the moment left Khloe momentarily speechless. Miss Olson looked as if she\u2019d been physically struck, staggering back a step.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Trying to salvage a shred of dignity, she stammered, \u201cS-so\u2026 she really is a Morrison?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Miss Olson still refused to believe it. To her knowledge, Niel Morrison\u2019s wife had been infertile\u2014they\u2019d only ever adopted one child. How could a biological daughter appear out of thin air, right after his passing?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Unless\u2026 she was a love child?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nigel\u2019s smile remained impeccably polite, yet his words were a steel gauntlet velveted in courtesy. \u201cIndeed. She is Mr. Niel Morrison\u2019s only biological child. The sole heir to the entire Morrison fortune.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Having said this, he stepped past Miss Olson, his gaze settling firmly on Khloe.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She felt slightly uneasy under his scrutiny.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then, with a formality that seemed from another era, he executed a perfect, deep bow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cA pleasure to make your acquaintance, Young Mistress.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment Nigel spoke, the entourage of men in black suits behind him bowed in unison.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sheer gravity of the moment left Khloe momentarily stunned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Miss Olson nearly stumbled backward from the shock. Clutching her handbag tightly, she tried to make a quick exit, but the black-suited men blocked her path.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYoung Mistress,\u201d Nigel said, not even turning his head, a faint, courteous smile on his face as he addressed Khloe, \u201cI understand you\u2019ve had a minor conflict with Miss Olson. Shall we resolve this matter now?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Miss Olson\u2019s face turned ashen. Remembering her own earlier taunt\u2014that Khloe would have to kneel and beg for forgiveness\u2014she was gripped with horror.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2018If I\u2019m forced to kneel, how could I ever show my face in our social circle again? The humiliation would be unbearable!\u2019\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even knowing the Morrison family\u2019s elevated status among the elite, Khloe had never encountered such a display. After a moment\u2019s pause, she said, \u201cForget it. I haven\u2019t suffered any real loss.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIn that case,\u201d Nigel straightened up, his tone polite but firm, \u201cwe must still ask Miss Olson to offer you a formal apology. This will allow both our families to save face moving forward.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Though Nigel was smiling, Miss Olson felt an intense pressure. She swallowed hard, forced to apologize to Khloe in front of everyone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI-I\u2019m sorry.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Only after Miss Olson uttered the apology did the black-suited men clear a path. Burning with shame, she immediately covered her face and fled with her entourage.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After Miss Olson\u2019s departure, Nigel gave a slight signal, and the female sales manager who had been dismissive earlier was promptly led away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before Khloe could even process this, Nigel stepped forward again and gestured respectfully towards the entrance. \u201cWe will handle the remaining matters here. The car is waiting outside. Please, Young Mistress, allow us to escort you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Khloe looked up at Nigel, the initial wariness in her eyes fading into a quiet composure.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t move immediately. Her voice was steady as she sought final confirmation. \u201cEscort me? To where?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut of course,\u201d Nigel replied, his smile warm, his tone leaving absolutely no room for question. \u201cTo the Morrison family home.\u201d<\/p>\n
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