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\u201cGet in. We can speak privately.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
After a moment\u2019s hesitation, Khloe finally slid into the luxurious interior.\u00a0<\/p>\n
From Oscar\u2019s explanation, she quickly pieced together the story: the men who had intervened for her belonged to one of the nation\u2019s most formidable dynasties\u2014the Hunt family.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Their empire spanned finance, technology, and energy, wielding immense influence over the entire country\u2019s economy. To say they were as wealthy as a small nation wasn\u2019t an exaggeration.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The heir, Nick Hunt, was only twenty-eight and had already expanded the family\u2019s fortune to unprecedented levels. In powerful circles, he was already known as the most influential power broker of his generation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just last night, the Morrison patriarch, Henry, had received a call from the Hunts. They had proposed a marriage alliance\u2014and the bride they had specifically named was Khloe.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Oscar explained that countless elite families dreamed of tying themselves to the Hunts, and the Morrisons were no exception. He had come today at Henry\u2019s request.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what you\u2019re telling me,\u201d Khloe cut to the chase, \u201cis that the Hunts are more powerful than the Morrisons?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s no comparison,\u201d Oscar stated plainly. \u201cIf you need a scale, the Morrisons are the undisputed leaders in Goldmont City. But the Hunts? Across the entire country, no one dares to cross them.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Nick?\u201d she asked, her voice even. \u201cWhat is he like?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Oscar rubbed his nose, clearly choosing his words with care. \u201cHe\u2019s something of a legend overseas, rarely seen here. A very private man. I\u2019ve never actually met him, but the rumors\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat rumors?\u201d she pressed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat he\u2019s\u2026 a difficult person to deal with.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His phrasing was deliberately soft. If Nick were merely \u201ca little difficult,\u201d the Hunt family\u2019s gates would have been stormed by hopeful suitors years ago.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Khloe\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cDifficult in what way?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Oscar offered a strained smile. \u201cCold. A perfectionist. There are whispers he avoids women\u2019s company. But the Hunts are known for their discipline. His character\u2026 can\u2019t be all that bad.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2018Can\u2019t be?\u2019 Khloe thought, her gaze steady on him. That didn\u2019t sound like a ringing endorsement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finally, Oscar relented.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright, the truth. They say Nick Hunt is solitary and brutally sharp-tongued. His methods are ruthless, and he\u2019s driven solely by profit and strategy. He shows no emotion, and those who offend him tend to disappear from the playing field.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He sighed, then added quickly, \u201cBut it\u2019s just a marriage. In families like ours, most marriages are strategic, not love matches. With your inheritance, you\u2019ll have a target on your back from all directions. Without a powerful protector, you won\u2019t last a week.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Khloe gave a single, slow nod. \u201cAlright.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWait\u2014don\u2019t refuse so quickly\u2014\u201d Oscar cut himself off, stunned. \u201cYou\u2026 you agree?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her first \u201cmarriage\u201d had been a fraudulent contract, a lie that made her a pawn. She was alone in the world now, with no one to rely on.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A man like Nick Hunt\u2014however severe his reputation\u2014was a hundred times the man Trey would ever be.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Trey had used a forged document to make her his stepping stone. Nick Hunt, by contrast, could become her shield. He wasn\u2019t just a hundred times more powerful; he was the lifeline that could pull her from the quicksand she was in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The Morrison family\u2019s waters ran deep. Clarice and her son were already circling like vultures. As a newly recognized \u201cillegitimate daughter,\u201d a will and a DNA report weren\u2019t enough to secure her position.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If she wanted to stand firm and control the empire she had inherited, she needed more than legal documents. She needed leverage. A shield. A weapon.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Marriage wasn\u2019t about love. It was a transaction. An alliance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Khloe turned from the window, her voice calm yet resolute. \u201cBetter to have a formidable ally than to fight alone and be devoured. Since the Hunts chose me, I have no reason to refuse.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
That evening, Khloe returned to the Fox residence to find it empty.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Trey, Angela, and Pete were all gone. A servant explained they had gone to an art exhibition in another city and wouldn\u2019t be back until the next day.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Checking her phone, Khloe saw several missed calls and one unread message from Trey.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Trey: [Khloe, Pete really wanted to see this exhibit with Ms. Thompson. It\u2019s a bit of a drive, so I went with them.]\u00a0<\/p>\n
How considerate\u2014leaving her a note as if they were a perfect little family of three on a day trip.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It suited her just fine. Their absence made it easier for her to work undisturbed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She summoned a few servants to help her pack her belongings.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMadam, are you going on a trip?\u201d one asked, watching her box up every personal item she owned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Khloe replied evenly, gathering passports and important documents from her desk. \u201cAnd there\u2019s no need to mention this to Trey. He\u2019s been so busy lately. It\u2019s best not to disturb him.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Busy, indeed\u2014busy playing house with another woman. His comfortable days were numbered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
By midnight, all of her possessions were packed. Once the household was asleep, she quietly summoned movers to take everything away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Yet two crucial things were missing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
One was her most important academic thesis, containing years of research data. It had been locked in her desk drawer, but was now gone. Likely taken by Trey.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The other was the core project data she had developed for his company. Those files were now locked within the corporate server, inaccessible to her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But both were her life\u2019s work. She refused to leave them in his hands.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
At dawn, Trey finally called, the sound of highway rumble clear in the background.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cKhloe, did you get my message yesterday?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. I saw it,\u201d Khloe replied, stirring her coffee.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry I didn\u2019t check with you first. It was a last-minute decision. But Ms. Thompson is a guest. I couldn\u2019t let her take Pete out of town alone.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo need to apologize,\u201d Khloe said, her voice light. \u201cIt\u2019s only natural for you to accompany her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His words faltered. He had assumed her silence meant she was furious. Preoccupied with Angela last night, he hadn\u2019t dared to call her again. But now, she sounded calm. Almost indifferent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cKhloe, I thought you were upset\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI was busy yesterday. Looked at a few properties, met with some clients. Hardly had a moment to check my phone.\u201d She cut him off smoothly, her tone shifting to brisk and a little cheerful.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Relief was audible in his voice. \u201cI knew it. You work too hard. Don\u2019t push yourself. I worry about you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Khloe\u2019s stomach turned. Her appetite for breakfast vanished completely.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDaddy! Stop talking to that bad woman!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A child\u2019s voice shrilled through the line\u2014Pete\u2019s. It was immediately followed by Angela\u2019s flustered, muffled scolding.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI have to go. I\u2019m driving,\u201d Trey said abruptly, hanging up before Khloe could form a reply.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With Trey away, Khloe\u2019s first stop was his office. She combed through every drawer, every folder, even his computer. Nothing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As she mulled her next move, a secretary hurried in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMiss Roswell, with Mr. Fox away, there are several funding contracts that need your signature.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She scanned the documents. These were for projects she had personally fought to secure\u2014deals far beyond the company\u2019s usual league. A delay in funding now would cause half of them to collapse.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou tried reaching him?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, but he\u2019s\u2026 occupied. He said to bring them to you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A faint, cold smile touched Khloe\u2019s lips. This was classic Trey. He leaned on her to solve every critical problem, yet never granted her any official authority. She held no shares, not even the title of a mid-level manager. And every time she made a decision in his absence, he would publicly reprimand her in meetings, just to reassure the shareholders of who was really in charge.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLeave them on the desk,\u201d she said. \u201cI\u2019ll look them over later.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment she was alone, she pushed the files aside. She had far more important priorities today.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The Hunt family had invited her to dinner. If this was to be her first meeting with Nick Hunt, she intended to make an unforgettable impression.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She spent the afternoon at an exclusive spa. By five o\u2019clock, she was browsing the racks of her favorite luxury boutique. She selected an elegant gown.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMiss, you wear it even better than our campaign models!\u201d the sales associate gushed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the mirror, the dress seemed to have been crafted for her alone. It was a lilac slip gown, its sheer layers delicately dusted with glitter. The soft, flowing fabric would have washed out many women, but against Khloe\u2019s snow-pale skin and striking features, it was pure perfection.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is the one,\u201d Khloe said with a confident smile, giving a slow, graceful twirl.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The asymmetric neckline, clean lines, and understated elegance struck the perfect balance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It had been two years since she\u2019d last dressed like this. Two years wasted on Trey. She had almost forgotten the formidable, breathtaking woman she used to be.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the counter, she reached for her wallet\u2014only to be informed the bill had already been settled. Not just for the dress, but for the matching handbag, the jewelry set, and the shoes, too.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWho paid for this?\u201d she asked, startled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe gentleman only left a surname,\u201d the clerk replied. \u201cHunt.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her heart gave a single, hard thud. She turned, scanning the store, but it was empty.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hadn\u2019t Oscar told her Nick was cold and unapproachable?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her question was answered as she stepped out of the boutique. A sleek, unmarked car idled at the curb, its custom license plate discreet but unmistakable. It was the same type of vehicle she had seen at the Morrison estate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMiss Roswell, we met previously. My master is awaiting your arrival. Please, allow me.\u201d<\/p>\n
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