Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 962

"Just give it to me. I'll handle it."

Charlotte blinked in surprise. Ethan usually liked to boss her around—she was used to it—but she still nodded and handed over the documents.

Soon, the assistant returned the papers. Ethan's signature was sharp and decisive, the handwriting impressively neat.

"By the way, how's Ethan's health? Everything okay?" Charlotte asked.

The assistant nodded. "He looks fine, all things considered. He's been in meetings all day."

If his work energy was running at full throttle, then he was probably alright. Charlotte relaxed and didn't press further.

That afternoon, after finishing a project meeting, Charlotte stepped out of the conference room and ran straight into Ethan. He was perfectly dressed in a tailored suit, his tie meticulous, but his complexion was pale and the dark circles under his eyes were pronounced.

"Hi Ethan," she greeted proactively.

He only gave a brief nod in response, not sparing her a second glance as he brushed past.

Charlotte felt the chill radiating off him and couldn't help but feel slightly awkward.

Clearly, Ethan was still harboring some emotion toward her.

Perhaps that was for the best—after some time, once his feelings cooled completely, things between them could return to normal.

Work had piled up, and Charlotte stayed late at the office.

As she left, she passed Ethan's office. He was still there, with no indication of leaving anytime soon.

She hesitated. Should she check on him, since he was technically the patient? After a brief pause, she decided against disturbing him.

On the way back to her apartment, Charlotte followed her usual routine, buying a few things on the way and taking the quiet path home.

Night had fallen, and she again heard footsteps behind her.

He leaned forward, moving calmly behind the two men, lighting a cigarette.

"My good girl… do you have any idea how disappointed you've made me?"

"Mmm—"

Charlotte struggled, but the man pressed a towel over her mouth. No words could escape.

"I raised you, I gave you life. Now that you have money, it's one thing if you refuse to give it to me—but how dare you collude with criminals to send me to prison? Tell me… if I don't retaliate, does that make sense?"

He inhaled deeply, the cigarette's ember illuminating the deep lines on his face, sending a chill through Charlotte's veins.

"My dear young friends," he continued, exhaling smoke, "I may not be able to pay my debts, but this daughter of mine? She's still young, beautiful, and capable. Whether you sell her, kidnap her, or do… whatever else, she's worth every bit of it!"

Tears spilled from Charlotte's eyes uncontrollably. She struggled with all her might, but against two grown men, her strength was useless.