Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 803

Khloe quickly spotted Charlotte's phone on the cabinet by the entryway.

Handing it over, Khloe saw that Charlotte still hadn't fully come back to her senses. Charlotte took it mechanically, then said, "Khloe, you know Clarice is tricking you. Why are you still playing along with her?"

Khloe drew in a deep breath and patted Charlotte's shoulder.

"Don't worry. For Nick's sake, she and I have to settle this once and for all."

"Didn't Noah say Nick definitely isn't in their hands?"

Charlotte's eyes were already rimmed red with anxiety.

Clarice was dangerous now—she had even hired assassins back in Naraida. If Khloe were to negotiate with her alone, even her personal safety might not be guaranteed.

"What Noah said isn't absolute. Only by putting out enough bait can I test what's real and what's not."

"But—"

"There are no buts. I can't wait any longer. No matter if Nick is alive or dead, no matter where he is, I have to see him now."

Khloe cut her off with firm finality.

Charlotte's brows knitted together as she shook her head helplessly. She knew once Khloe made up her mind, no one could stop her. A surge of sorrow rose in her chest. "Nick wouldn't want you to do this…"

"Don't worry. In Goldmont, she wouldn't dare do anything." Khloe cupped her face gently, offering soft reassurance.

Just then, Lenny returned to report back.

Khloe immediately entrusted Charlotte to him, asking him to drive her home as well.

Throughout the ride, Charlotte remained deeply uneasy about Khloe. She tried to question Lenny, but whether he already knew something or not, he didn't let her continue. He only said that he trusted Khloe and that Charlotte needn't worry.

But to Charlotte, Khloe was an irreplaceable friend—her source of strength. She couldn't bear the thought of Khloe getting hurt again.

Suddenly, Charlotte thought of Ethan.

Noah had mentioned that Ethan had already been bailed out by Clarice.

The moment she got home, Charlotte called him.

Ethan: [Half an hour. Don't be late.]

Half an hour later, as soon as Charlotte stepped into the hotel lobby, someone approached her.

Ethan had already made arrangements. She was escorted to a luxurious penthouse suite with a panoramic night view.

When she entered the room, Ethan was soaking in a bathtub by the floor-to-ceiling windows, drinking as he gazed out at the city.

He turned slightly, half his chest reflected in the glass.

His physique was powerfully built, the lines of his arms especially striking. Several fashionable gemstone rings adorned the fingers holding his glass, lending him an air of reckless decadence and charm.

This appearance might have held some appeal for other women. To Charlotte, it only deepened her disgust.

Ethan understood her preferences all too well. The way he looked today was deliberate—meant to provoke her revulsion.

After all, Charlotte had manipulated his feelings before, even sided with Khloe and handed him the knife that nearly led him to his death. Even if he had once harbored feelings for her, it didn't stop him from seeking revenge.

"Ethan, you know Clarice was the one who killed your parents. Why would you still choose to aid her? Why continue to stand by her side?"