Chapter 1116
Khloe ignored Trey completely and walked straight into the room, taking a seat on the edge of the sofa.
“Why meet in a hotel room? If your fiancée finds out, that won’t look good, will it?” Khloe glanced at the watch on her wrist, speaking lazily.
“You already know it’s not appropriate, yet you still came. Khloe, admit it-you still have feelings for me.”
Trey walked to the door, gently pulling it closer, but not fully closing it. Then he returned to the sofa and immediately leaned down, trapping her within his reach.
His shirt collar was open, and from Khloe’s angle, she could see everything clearly.
She frowned in disgust. He had clearly put effort into his appearance tonight-even the strand of hair falling by his cheek looked deliberately styled…like a peacock desperately showing off its feathers.
“Trey, you’re becoming more and more disgusting.”
He chuckled dismissively. “That hurts. I even used the same cologne you once picked for me. I thought it might make you nostalgic.”
“Cut the nonsense. Where is T7?”
Khloe grabbed his collar abruptly, her voice cold and dangerous. “I don’t have patience for this. If you dare go back on your word, you’ll find out whether I’m capable of killing you or not.”
Trey lowered his gaze to her slender fingers and curved his lips slightly.
“Oh? Been with Nick too long and now you’ve become so sharp-tempered? I think you were much gentler when you were with me.”
As he spoke, he suddenly seized her hand, forcing her into restraint with sheer strength.
In the struggle, their distance closed further.
Trey even dropped to one knee between her legs, grabbed the back of her head, and forced a kiss toward her lips.
Khloe was about to resist when-
Bang!
The door was kicked open.
A dull impact echoed through the room.
A faint smile flickered in Trey’s eyes. His grip loosened slightly, and Khloe seized the chance to break free, escaping from the sofa.
The moment she stood up, she met a figure she knew all too well.
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Nick stood right in front of her. His tall frame was swallowed by shadow, like a storm held in human form. His face was as pale as paper. Those sharp, hawk-like eyes locked onto her as if they wanted to pierce straight through her soul-burning, relentless, bone-deep.
Khloe’s breath caught. Her legs felt as if they had been frozen in place, unable to move even an inch.
Her lips parted. She wanted to say something, but no sound came out at all.
Nick’s throat moved. His lips parted slightly as well, but for a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Soon, Khloe averted her gaze.
The storm in his eyes was too violent-one more second and she felt she would collapse under it.
Seeing the guilty expression on her face, the last line of defense in Nick’s heart finally shattered completely.
When he came upstairs, he had thought Lucas was talking nonsense. But the moment he stepped inside, Khloe and Trey were indeed close-too close and intimate.
And based on his understanding of Khloe, if she didn’t want something, she would never place herself alone in such a situation. The fact that she had come here willingly… said everything.
Nick’s gaze turned ice-cold. Slowly, he shifted his eyes to Trey, who had just walked up behind her.
Trey adjusted his collar, his expression calm and disdainful.
“Nick, you could’ve said you were coming earlier. To show Olympus’s sincerity, I would’ve arranged a proper banquet for you.”
“So… you’re the one behind Olympus.”
Nick’s voice was eerily calm.
Trey smiled. “That’s right, it’s me. But Khloe already knew that. We’ve been very honest partners. Didn’t you notice there hasn’t been anyone competing with Hunt Group for business lately?”
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