Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 438 Thinking of Khloe calling another man "hubby," strolling hand in hand with him through a supermarket... Trey's chest ached with pure, burning hatred. "Khloe... why are you so cruel to me?" he murmured to himself. He couldn't find an answer, nor could he make sense of it. How could someone's heart change so quickly and ruthlessly? After all these years... was everything she had done for him just a lie? "Don't worry... everything's... going fine," Ethan said, his voice pausing briefly as he glanced at the passenger beside him.

The woman wore headphones, seemingly listening to music, oblivious to the conversation taking place. The call came from Clarice, checking on the state of the Morrison Group. Khloe was supposed to meet Henry next week, and she was on leave this week, spending time with Nick. But the company was quiet. Before her vacation, Khloe had already arranged all her work matters. Hearing Ethan's report felt a little vague, prompting doubt from ---- Clarice. "Is someone next to you?" "No," Ethan replied immediately. "No one... 'm just driving." "Driving? So late?

Where are you going?" Clarice glanced at the time. With the time difference, it must be very late in Goldmont City. "Oh, a friend of mine had a little trouble. I'm going to check on them," Ethan said with a faint smile. Clarice didn't sound pleased. "Be careful. Don't just take any friend, To outsiders, you still represent the Morrison family." Perhaps it was because she had been so strict raising him, Ethan had few friends growing up. It wasn't until after graduation that he began interacting with people outside his social circle.

Some of these connections were even encouraged by Clarice- to expand his network, gather information, and keep tabs on him. Over time, Ethan's social life had become somewhat... complicated. Rumors circulated that he never refused the company of women. As a result, Clarice's attempts to arrange suitable marriages for him had been politely declined. Fortunately, Ethan was cautious, never causing trouble. No matter how scandalous or difficult his acquaintances were, he could handle himself. So Clarice mostly left him to his own devices.

---- As a mother, she had only one rule: don't make mistakes. Beyond that, she didn't care if he got hurt, what kind of person he became, or what people thought of him. "Don't worry, Mom," Ethan replied politely. But as soon as the call ended, the smile vanished. Every time Clarice called, it was all business. He had grown accustomed to it, previously thinking only of relieving her worries to earn her praise. But since Khloe's words had been planted in his heart, he could no longer face Clarice the same way.

Perhaps she had used him purely for her own purposes-not out of kindness, nor cruelty, but simply calculation. They were not family, not partners, just pieces on a board, tools in a game. Though Ethan sensed the truth, he couldn't bear to confront it. If one day he confirmed that Clarice was his enemy... it would negate his entire life, his very existence, every action he had ever taken. He exhaled quietly, glancing at the passenger beside him once more. "Hey... talk to me," he said. ---- When she didn't respond, he slapped her thigh lightly with his hand.

"Ethan!" Charlotte gasped, recoiling instinctively, pressing her hands against the car door as her body shrank into the corner.