Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 779

Clarice, however, understood Khloe's little game perfectly.

Khloe was merely stalling—buying time, trying to confirm whether Nick was truly under her control.

Clarice wasn't worried. She had all the time in the world to play this out slowly with Khloe. Besides, she was already at the gambling table; there was no turning back.

Spence still hadn't sent any news about Nick. The probability was high—he was gone. After sustaining such severe injuries and disappearing in the wilderness, even with extraordinary skill, survival seemed impossible.

"Madam, he's here," the butler whispered as he hurried into the elegant parlor where Clarice was sampling her wine.

Her eyes sharpened. She waved a hand, signaling for the man to be brought in.

Soon, Ethan was escorted into the room.

Clarice set down her glass. The butler understood immediately and led everyone else out.

Ethan looked a mess. Days of cooperating with the police investigation had left him unshaven, his clothes unchanged. The once proud and noble young master now resembled a street wanderer.

Standing before Clarice, facing her calm, unreadable scrutiny, he clenched his fists at his sides. He swallowed hard.

The past few days had been rough. At the station, he'd been reckless, indifferent. He hadn't expected to be brought here—and worse, by someone he never wanted to see again.

"Hungry? Have something to eat," Clarice finally broke the silence after a long pause, sliding a tray of delicately arranged snacks toward him.

But Ethan remained upright, refusing to move.

"What's the matter? Just a short time apart, and you're already this distant?" Clarice smiled faintly.

He finally spoke. "What do you want to do?"

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