Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 731 But Ethan hadn't expected to become the discarded pawn. Clarice suddenly froze all the cards and assets under his control. The funds he'd managed for her businesses were now inaccessible, and debt was fast approaching. And, as usual, he would be the one to take the blame. He desperately needed information from Khloe-but going directly to her might not work. So he had no choice but to turn to Charlotte. By the time he was on his third drink at the bar, Charlotte arrived. She didn't waste a moment, heading straight for him. "Is there a private room? Somewhere quiet," she asked.

Ethan, lounging at the bar, narrowed his eyes at her before nodding to the waiter. They relocated, leaving the noisy bar behind. The atmosphere grew tense and cold. His gaze flicked to Charlotte's wrist. "Still hurting?" he asked. That day, her actions had genuinely shaken him. She would rather risk death than be entangled with him. Truthfully, it had wounded him deeply. ---- "It's healed," Charlotte replied lightly. "How could an old scar hurt?" "But it still hurts me," Ethan sighed, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

The cut hadn't been deep, and it had healed quickly-but he had felt genuine pain. Charlotte, annoyed, shifted the topic. "You didn't come here to talk about that, did you?" "Then what do you think | came for?" Ethan asked, calm, leaning back with a trace of challenge in his voice. "Clarice," Charlotte said bluntly. "You want to know where your mother is, right?" "So you came just to tell me?" His eyes flickered with amusement, a teasing glint dancing in them as he leaned slightly closer. Charlotte rolled her eyes internally.

Even with death knocking at the door, Ethan remained annoyingly confident. "Yes," she said, lips curling faintly. "Clarice conspired with an illegal organization and hired assassins. Now that she's escaped, Henry is enraged and reckoning with the Davis family. He's uncovered quite a lot. | think there are some things you have the right to know." ---- Her voice was calm, but Ethan could hear a hint of schadenfreude beneath it. He watched her without replying, patient and deliberate.

Charlotte continued, "Ethan, you probably still remember how your parents died, don't you?" After a long, suffocating silence, Ethan finally met her gaze. He wanted to laugh, but the laugh wouldn't come. "Charlotte... are you trying to kill me... and my heart?" "!'m only trying to help," Charlotte said softly, leaning slightly closer. "| don't want you to be used all these years, only to be the stepping stone for your enemies in the end. You've helped me in the past.

Isn't this a way to repay that?" Her words were airy, yet each one cut like a knife straight into Ethan's chest-merciless and precise. "Enemies?" "Yes, enemies," Charlotte said, feigning sympathy. "You must have suspected at some point, right? Your parents... were killed by Clarice." Ethan's throat tightened. The truth he had spent so long trying to avoid was finally unavoidable.