Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 763

Charlotte cautiously softened her tone. Unexpectedly, it worked. Noah studied her for a moment before asking, "So tomorrow morning… you'll help me contact Khloe?"

Charlotte quickly replied, "The company isn't going anywhere. I'll be here tomorrow anyway. If you really want to wait, go ahead."

She spotted a passing taxi, and without waiting for Noah to respond, she opened the door and slid in.

The ride home left Charlotte uneasy. Noah was strange—too calculated. But if he truly wanted to cause trouble for Khloe, he wouldn't have appeared openly at Morrison Group.

Her mind raced, and sleep eluded her. Tossing and turning until five a.m., she finally gave up and got out of bed to boil water for a shower.

That's when a heavy knock echoed at the door.

Startled, Charlotte jumped and checked the video doorbell she'd installed after moving. It had been meant to record any harassment from Ethan or people from Clarice. But what she saw left her frozen.

Outside… was Noah.

How did he find her home? Had he been following her?

Before she could dash back for her phone to call the police, his voice came through.

"It's almost morning. Can you contact Khloe for me now?"

"You… how did you find my house? Are you a stalker?" Charlotte blurted, heart pounding.

"No stalking. I just put a tracker in your pocket."

He said it as casually as if it were no big deal. He had spent the entire night outside her door, waiting for her to wake so he could contact Khloe first. Hearing her footsteps, he decided to knock.

Charlotte's expression twisted in disbelief.

This man…

She didn't answer, rushing back to her bedroom to call the police. This was illegal—he couldn't possibly be a good person.

Noah turned and closed the bedroom door, locking it behind him. He didn't bother restraining her further; instead, he dragged a chair near the door and sat, lowering his head to hold Charlotte's phone.

She didn't dare move, sitting rigid on the bed, staring at him without blinking.

It was then that she realized—this man, who had looked like a male model before, radiated an unmistakable aura of danger. A black-suit, underworld presence.

Bored, perhaps, Noah opened her phone game account. Seeing it was a beginner-level account, he asked, "I thought you liked games?"

Charlotte blinked. "I don't. That's my brother."

At the phone shop, the salesperson had asked her to try the game to test the device. She had never played.

But Noah had purchased the game, leaving the account for her. Charlotte had downloaded it just to maintain contact with him.

Yet, Noah's account had always been in gray mode—any friend requests went unanswered.