Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 986

Lucas happened to be handling some errands, so Khloe entrusted him with arranging a new identity for Noah in Naraida, along with a domestic visa. As long as Noah didn't break any laws, he could officially remain in Goldmont City.

With his new identity in hand, Noah immediately bought a phone. The first contact he added was Charlotte. He didn't want to disturb her, so his message was gentle and measured: [I'm at the supermarket downstairs picking up some essentials. I'll wait for you no matter how late it gets. Don't rush.]

Seeing Noah's text, Charlotte could no longer restrain herself. She closed her computer and got up at once.

Passing Ethan's office, she noticed the lights were still on. His assistant had just stepped out, moving quickly.

"Is Ethan still not done for the day?" she asked instinctively.

The assistant gave a wry shake of his head. "Lots of things today… he'll probably be late."

"Working overtime? Can his body handle it?" Charlotte frowned.

The assistant sighed. "Honestly, it's risky. Old injuries flare up, he's got new ones, and now, there's a ton of company matters… But he won't listen. Right now, he is really pushing himself."

"New injuries? When did he get hurt again?" Charlotte froze mid-step.

The assistant immediately realized he'd said too much and pressed his lips together. Ethan had explicitly instructed that no one could know about his new injury, especially Charlotte.

"Ah, I'm running late. Charlotte, sorry, but I have to go!" he blurted, then dashed off before she could stop him.

Charlotte could only descend the elevator, a swirl of worry in her mind.

Across from Morrison Group, in a small neighborhood supermarket, Noah was carefully selecting items. His tall frame was illuminated by the bright interior, and even from a distance, Charlotte felt her heart warm.

Her gaze then fell on the two bags of chips in his hands. He had been comparing them carefully, trying to decide which flavors to get. The supermarket offered dozens of flavors from multiple brands, and he had struggled to make a choice.

Charlotte found it amusing. She plucked both bags from his hands and dropped them into the cart.

"You really are a foodie—just take whatever you like."

"No, I've set a budget for groceries. I have to stick to it," Noah said, reluctantly letting the two bags go. His snack budget had already been exceeded.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? After all these years earning so much, this still counts as overspending?"

"Actually, there's something I wanted to talk to you about," he replied.