Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 515 Winnie didn't even have time to react. When she finally collected herself, she realized there was nothing to thank him for. If anything, she felt worried she might have almost messed things up again. Dealing with Ethan could only be done head-on; there was no other way. Yet today, Michael had been stunningly composed- like a mature adult. She recalled how, back then, the little tyrant she knew had always been insecure at his core, despite his bravado. Today, he had only smiled lightly, exuding that calm, confident air.

"You did really well today," Michael said suddenly, casually, almost out of nowhere. "Sometimes we can't clash openly because of our positions, but | think... if you could still say what you wanted to say, like you used to, that would feel even better." Winnie blinked, slightly caught off guard. She said nothing. Michael was just being thoughtful-offering her comfort. Compared to others at Morrison Group-from Khloe to Michael, even Charlotte-she always felt a step behind. When they arrived at the Olson family villa, Michael had planned to leave after seeing Winnie safely inside.

But as he approached ---- the front gate, he noticed someone seemingly waiting for her. He saw her being tugged inside the house. A bit uneasy, Michael called Winnie-but no one answered. Without hesitation, he got out and rang the doorbell himself. It took a while for the Olson family servant to answer. "Mr. Morrison, Miss Winnie has already gone to bed. If there's nothing urgent, maybe you could come another day?" "Even if she's resting, please wake her up.

| just remembered something very important | need to tell her." Michael didn't wait for any objections-he pushed past the servant and strode into the house. Veronica, seeing this from upstairs, quickly wrapped a coat over her pajamas and dashed down. She blocked the door. "Michael! This is my house. You can't just barge in! Are you trying to trespass?" Seeing Michael's obsessive worry for Winnie made her furious. Why did a proper heir like Michael have to be so infatuated with awild girl like Winnie? Had he never eaten well in his life? "Step aside.

I'm looking for Winnie." ---- Michael pushed her aside again. Veronica's temper flared. "Stop him!" She gave a command, and bodyguards quickly formed a blockade, barring his path. Raising her phone, she added, "Michael, your dad really doesn't want you in contact with Winnie. Should | call him and let him know?" Michael's lips twitched, and he paused for a moment. His stubborn intrusion had already alerted the Olson family. Mrs. Olson hurried down, but her father was nowhere to be seen. At this hour, Veronica was in pajamas, while her mother was fully dressed.

"Michael, why are you here so late?" Her tone betrayed a hint of nervousness, her eyes flicking toward the rooms upstairs. "| remembered something important and wanted to see Winnie," Michael said calmly. "| just brought her back; it's been less than five minutes. The maid says she's asleep-it's unlikely, right?" "But Winnie is with her father. They need to discuss some ---- matters, and it's already late. Michael, can't you speak with her tomorrow instead?" Mrs. Olson remained polite, but Michael didn't relent. "Tomorrow won't do," he insisted, taking a step toward the stairs.

Her mother sighed, signaling the bodyguards to block him again. "Michael, please leave for tonight!" But Michael refused to comply. Before Mrs. Olson finished speaking, he acted-landing a few rapid punches that took down two bodyguards. Although he usually appeared refined and composed, once his sleeves were rolled up, Michael's muscles were taut and powerful-enough to be intimidating.