Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 563 "| was going to ask-Master Michael left so early, and with his luggage... is he going on a business trip?" The housekeeper's question made both of them exchange a glance. Seeing Michael in the dining room earlier, the butler had naturally assumed he had prior arrangements and had been informed. Last night, Michael had returned late and only mentioned that he would need a few daily clothes ready for the morning. The butler managed the daily affairs of Oscar's household. Whenever Oscar traveled, he was responsible for reporting Michael's schedule.

Seeing Michael packing, he naturally assumed a business trip was underway. Michael was meticulous, cooperating seamlessly with everyone's work. Usually, if he could handle things himself, he wouldn't trouble them. The butler assumed that even in a rush, Michael would have given him instructions before leaving. He hadn't expected Michael to slip out without a word. Time ticked by, and it was already eight in the morning. ---- The rain poured harder, showing no sign of letting up.

From the office building's floor-to-ceiling windows, the gray sky felt as if it were pressing down, suffocating the city. Winnie stood at the edge of the corridor, warm cup in hand, staring absentmindedly at the raindrops tracing clear paths down the glass. Each drop fell like a tear, one after another, carrying a silent, endless grievance. "Good morning, Winnie." Charlotte happened to be on her floor delivering documents. Passing by the lounge, she saw Winnie lost in thought and walked over to greet her. Winnie turned, her eyes tinged with melancholy.

After a moment, she forced a small smile. "Morning." "| thought you didn't start work until ten? Why are you here so early today?" Charlotte asked gently, sensing her friend's mood Winnie replied softly, "Couldn't sleep with this weather, so | came early." She now lived near the office, so arriving early was natural. But deep down, Winnie knew the real reason she hadn't slept the ---- night before. Because. Michael had asked her to meet him at the courthouse at eight. Winnie had expected a message from him last night, but her phone had remained silent all evening.

Perhaps he had only mentioned it casually and already forgotten. Otherwise, he would surely have confirmed with her beforehand. Winnie had considered sending him a message herself that morning, just to clarify-but something in her resisted. She didn't want to seem overly eager, so she hadn't acted. Outside, rain blurred the streets into a gray haze, and her mood sank with it. Clearly, the heavens weren't on her side. Even the sky seemed to think she shouldn't be entangled with Michael any further. "Winnie... is something bothering you? You look...

really sad." Charlotte tilted her head, studying her friend. Winnie's lashes flickered. Even as she replied, her gaze remained fixed on the window, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Her eyes glistened, brimming with tears that threatened to spill at any moment. Charlotte knew Winnie was usually strong. Even when her heart ---- was breaking, she rarely showed weakness. If she looked so fragile in front of Charlotte, it had to be serious. "Nothing." Winnie forced a small smile and sipped her water awkwardly. She didn't speak further and turned back toward her work.