Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 642

Chapter 642

“Sir, all the properties under your name are to be returned as agreed…”

Oscar had already put every villa owned by Michael up for sale. The only property untouched now was the newly purchased flat-Michael’s last remaining asset. But since he had agreed to return everything, this apartment would be handed over as well.

Winnie, hearing the commotion, quietly started clearing the breakfast table. It was clear that Oscar intended to drive Michael into a corner.

“Come in. I’ll need a little time to pack my things,” Michael said politely, inviting them inside.

Everyone waved them off in unison. “No need to hurry, Sir. Take your time. We can come back tomorrow.”

“No need for that long. I don’t have much. Half an hour should do it.” Michael’s voice was calm and

steady.

By the time he returned, Winnie had already gone to the bedroom to pack her things. Michael’s belongings fit into a single suitcase.

The day had unfolded far beyond what either had expected. Originally, he had packed just enough clothes for the occasional visit to Winnie. Now, these few items represented his entire remaining estate

Still, it was better than nothing.

Winnie’s things weren’t many either, and she finished packing quickly. Seeing Michael waiting patiently in the living room, she couldn’t help but lift the corners of her mouth in a small smile.

“My coworker recommended a real estate agent who knows some cheap, decent apartments nearby. Should we go check it out now?”

“Sure.” Michael felt a rare sense of relief at her enthusiasm. 1

Before leaving, Michael, prompted by the butler, removed his watch and valuable rings. Winnie followed suit, taking off the ring he had given her and returning it.

Michael paused, but Winnie just smiled and linked her arm through his. “Might as well return everything at once, so your father won’t bother us again.”

The butler received the items with a heavy expression, glancing at Michael as though he wanted to say something but held back. Even if the young master had finally gotten what he wanted, could he handle the hardships ahead?

Michael didn’t notice at all. Holding Winnie firmly in his arms, he strode out confidently.

Winnie had taken the day off work. From morning to night, the two of them combed half the district before finally renting a thirty-square-meter apartment.

Its only redeeming feature was its proximity to the subway, making commuting convenient. Inside, there was almost no furniture, the decor was old, and it was a staircase building.

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Winnie felt a little guilty, but with her salary and savings, this was the best she could manage for now.

Michael, however, didn’t mind. He took off his expensive sult, rolled up his sleeves, and after picking up a small cleaning kit from the convenience store downstairs, got to work.

The two of them cleaned and organized until evening, managing to make half the apartment livable. They had bought new bedding, a small lamp, and Winnie had arranged a few personal touches, giving the space a surprisingly warm, cozy feel.

Michael was clearly exhausted. When Winnie suggested they stop for the night, he agreed immediately, collapsing onto the bed without moving again. Dinner was ordered via delivery.

“Not tasty?” Winnie asked. She had chosen a cheap but filling grilled meat rice from a coworker’s recommendation. It was okay for her, but Michael barely touched it.

“No, it’s fine,” Michael smiled faintly.

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