Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 734 The five-year-old child who once had no one, who had been completely innocent... that child was also a victim. Charlotte furrowed her brows. But the thought of her friend, coupled with Ethan's inherent coldness and the cunning he had learned from Clarice, made it impossible for her to feel any sympathy. Pain, after all, was also a choice. "Clarice has multiple secret accounts within the Morrison Group. Every time she moves assets, it goes through those accounts. You're the only one who can access them," Charlotte said. Hearing this, Ethan understood immediately.

He had always handled Clarice's transfers. If he betrayed her, he would not escape culpability himself. Yet, he also knew the knife Khloe had handed over-the one now in Charlotte's words-was aimed at his vulnerabilities. He could not refuse. Clarice was on the run; she needed these accounts for the moment. He couldn't make her pay for her crimes in blood, but Khloe could. Ethan snorted again, lifting his eyes to meet Charlotte's gaze. She looked at him with something like pity-but beneath it lay an ---- unmistakable, unshakable disdain.

"If you still remember your parents, if there's any courage left in your veins, you should take revenge yourself," Charlotte said coldly. "Of course," Ethan finally rasped after a long pause, his voice hoarse, grating. "Khloe is giving me this chance... how could | possibly let her down?" Even if he didn't want revenge on Clarice, he already had no way out within the Morrison Group. They held each other's gaze for a long moment. Charlotte saw the murky complexity lurking in his eyes and, inexplicably, felt a twinge of discomfort. She had nothing more to say and turned to leave again.

"Charlotte." Ethan's voice called out, stopping her. "Do you really hate me so much you wish I were dead? Have you felt nothing for me all this time?" "You're joking," Charlotte replied with a low, bitter laugh. "And no, I've never wanted you dead... | don't think death solves anything. Pain comes from living." Ethan chuckled, amused by her coldness. "Is this because of ---- Nancy?" Charlotte said nothing "What if | told you I never hurt her... that | was once her most important support? Would you even believe me?" Charlotte turned her head, glancing at him sideways.

"Ethan, now is not the time to make excuses! You've kept every note Nancy wrote you. She only acted out because her heart was broken. Who else could toy with a young girl's emotions like that, if not you?" "| don't believe in love," Ethan said. "My private life is messy, I'm merciless to women, | seek thrills and shirk responsibility... I'll admit all of that. But | refuse to be blamed for something | didn't do by someone | care about!" The last words struck Charlotte's eyes. She was momentarily speechless, never expecting him to say something like that. "You... like me?" she whispered.

Then, she laughed. "Ethan, you? Like someone? It's just your pitiful need to conquer. "You probably put in plenty of effort with Nancy too, didn't you? She's just an ordinary girl, like me... easy to manipulate, easy to control... "Maybe for you, being with her was just a change of flavor. But ---- do you realize that all of her genuine feelings... were her life itself?" Charlotte stepped closer, and Ethan furrowed his brow, caught in her interrogation, unable to respond. "| told you, Charlotte... | never did anything to Nancy!"