Billionaire's match novel

+25 Bonus Chapter 273 Trey heard Angela's words, but the flutter of old affection was gone. He only offered a perfunctory smile in response. There was a time he truly believed Angela was his true love. She had tolerated him and endured everything for his sake. But ever since she had threatened his family with their son and their private matters, Khloe had eclipsed her completely in his heart. At least Khloe's love and hate were intense-she dared to love and to hate-while Angela's affection was hollow. She could harbor so much resentment and still speak of love with such false earnestness.

"By the way," Angela hesitated before speaking, "didn't you keep some of Khloe's research papers before?" Trey paused for a moment. "Why?" "Nothing... I just wanted to take a look." Angela settled next to him. "I'm still interested in the data, and I thought I could use this time to study a bit." "Can't you just read books? You really need her papers?" Trey sighed. Khloe's papers hadn't been published-they were specialized research. When they'd first married, she had trusted him enough to give them to him as a kind of dowry. He had kept them close, unwilling to let anyone else see them.

"Please... I'm curious too. I want to see what makes her so exceptional. If I keep studying, I won't be any less capable than her." Angela nestled into him and began to pester him coquettishly. Unable to resist, Trey finally got up and fetched a USB drive. It was valuable; he carried it with him everywhere. "Thank you, Honey!" Angela's eyes lit up, and she planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "Don't share it with anyone. Return it within a week." "Okay." ... Late that night, rain began to pour.

Charlotte woke with a start at the thunder, immediately checking to make sure all the windows were securely shut. Suddenly, a sharp, heavy knock rattled her door, making her jump. "Who's there?" It was past midnight, and she hadn't ordered any takeout. Peering through the peephole, she saw only emptiness. Her heart raced, and just as she hesitated, the knocking came again. She took a step back. 1/2 Chapter 273 +25 Bonus "Who is it? Don't play games with me. I'll call the police!" "It's me.

Ethan." The man's voice was weak, hoarse, and heavy, echoing in the hallway with ragged, uncomfortable breaths. "Ethan?" Charlotte's panic spiked. "What are you doing here? Are you here to get revenge?" Ethan was slumped at the door with one leg bent, utterly drained from drinking. He had no strength to stand, but at her absurd question, he forced himself upright. "Revenge...? Not worth my effort personally-cough-ugh-" His words cut off mid-sentence, replaced by a violently sudden retch. Charlotte furrowed her brows. He wasn't... vomiting at her door, was he?

That was certainly an unusual way to get revenge. "Ethan... should I call the police, or get you a cab?" She considered calling Khloe, but it was already one a.m., and she couldn't bring herself to wake her. She decided to handle it herself. From the look of him, he posed little threat tonight. "You..." Ethan vomited again, then, irritated by her words, slammed his fist on the door twice. "I'm not here for revenge. Open the door and let me rest a bit." "Why come to my house to rest? Can't you go home?" "I don't want to go home tonight." Ethan coughed and drew in a slow breath. "Besides...

this is all your fault today, Charlotte. The scar on my palm hasn't healed, and you repay me with enmity..." In his eyes, Charlotte was a poisonous snake disguised as an innocent little rabbit. He had helped her once with good intentions, and yet, she had fed him fake data, played him, and even colluded with Khloe to humiliate him. 1 2/2 Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter.

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