Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 660 Charlotte quickly moved away to another counter and continued browsing for a phone. Noah sat there with nothing to do, his gaze unconsciously following her. When he saw her repeatedly asking the salesperson about gaming performance, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. She browsed for a long time but still couldn't find a model she truly liked within her budget. It seemed the first phone the clerk had recommended was actually the best option after all. A phone was just a consumable item.

Christopher was still a student, and Charlotte didn't want to start him off with something too high-end. Otherwise, there would be no room for upgrades later. That was what she told herself-but her actions betrayed her. In the end, she still decided to get the best one for her brother. Just as Charlotte was about to call the salesperson over, the clerk who had first assisted her hurried back. "Hello, here's your new phone. Please check it." She was startled. She hadn't even said she was buying it yet- why was the receipt already inside?

---- "Oh, the gentleman from earlier bought it for you," the clerk said. "He left you this note." "But... | don't even know him." Completely baffled, Charlotte looked around again. The man was already gone. She quickly unfolded the note, expecting to find a phone number. Instead, it listed a game nickname and an account ID from a popular online game. "Excuse me, | want to pay for this myself. Could you refund it to him the same way he paid?" She had no intention of accepting such a strange gift. "I'm sorry, that won't be possible," the clerk replied.

"He paid in cash." Seeing her dilemma, the clerk smiled and added, "Didn't he leave you his contact info? You can just explain it to him later. There aren't many men these days who spend so freely to chase someone. And he's pretty handsome, too." Hearing that, Charlotte felt her face grow warm. Chase... her? ---- Two days later, in the middle of the night, back in the country. On a winding mountain road near a fishing village, a battered van ignored the speed warning signs and sped past.

Inside the van, a frail, withered old man was tightly bound hand and foot, his mouth sealed with duct tape. "Lask, you answer. Are you Ryan Douglas?" The man in the passenger seat snapped back to attention and casually poked the old man's forehead with a combat knife. The bound man nodded frantically, his entire body trembling in fear. They had already confirmed his identity, but teasing a mission target was still entertaining. "Tell me. Where did you put the thing?" They had searched Ryan's home and his person thoroughly.

They still hadn't found the surveillance video Spence had ordered them to retrieve at all costs. Ryan had continued to deny possessing any such footage. Left with no choice, they had taken him along to report back first. ---- Hearing the question again, Ryan shook his head desperately. This time, he was pretending to be clueless. He knew exactly what they were looking for. Back when he worked shifts at the Hunt Group industrial park, he had accidentally copied the surveillance footage from the final day of duty. The file had stayed with him for years, untouched.

Later, life grew harder and harder. He picked up some bad habits and urgently needed money. On the dark web, he happened to see someone searching for records related to the Hunt Group's gas leak incident from years ago, so he dug out the video. But he hadn't realized what it contained until he watched it. The gas leak back then... looked very much like it had been deliberate.