Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 804 Charlotte walked up to Ethan, her voice hoarse as she forced the words out. Before coming, she had still clung to a faint hope that Ethan had been forced to remain by Clarice's side. His hatred for her had seemed real; otherwise, he would never have followed Khloe's arrangement and left the Morrison Group. But now, seeing Ethan revert to his old self, Charlotte realized she had overestimated him. Then again, it was only natural. It was far easier to fall into luxury than to endure hardship.

Ethan had long been ruined under Clarice's indulgence Whatever hatred he held for her probably couldn't outweigh his greed for power. Tilting his head back, Ethan glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Charlotte... seriously? That's your attitude when you're begging someone?" Charlotte clenched her fists. After a long moment, she spoke again, her voice and posture lowered to the point of humiliation. ---- "Ethan, I'm begging you. Khloe has no grudges against you. She hasn't done anything to you. If you want revenge, take it out on me instead. I'll agree to anything you ask...

as long as you help Khloe." Her words finally eased the tension in Ethan's mood. He took a sip of his drink, then gestured for her to come closer. Charlotte stepped forward. Ethan handed her the glass he had been drinking from. "Drink." She glanced at him, then forced herself to swallow the liquor. Seeing her obedience, Ethan smiled. "You're quite loyal-for a friend." "Ethan, you know exactly what kind of person Clarice is. She's just using you. Even if you deal with Khloe now, do you really think she won't turn on you someday? She knows Khloe once tried to win you over-she'll be wary of you.

With her character, do you really think she'll spare you-ah-" Charlotte tried to keep persuading him, but Ethan suddenly stood up from the bathtub. Startled, she turned her head away before she could finish speaking. Ethan, however, didn't care in the slightest. Stepping out of the ---- tub with long strides, he said casually, "Towel." Only then did Charlotte notice the bath towel on the rack beside her. She quickly grabbed it and tossed it to him. After wrapping it around his waist and pulling on a robe, Ethan walked past her toward the sofa in the living area.

Charlotte followed, but before she could speak, he cut her off. "If you really want me to help Khloe, then make me happy. Spare me the useless talk. When you beg, you should look like you're begging. If all you can do is talk, you can leave now." Ethan sat down and switched on the television. Gritting her teeth, Charlotte asked in a low voice, "What do you want me to do?" "For Khloe, you'd do anything, wouldn't you?" He chuckled softly, patting the spot beside him. "Come sit." She hesitated for a moment, then moved over with heavy steps.

The short distance felt like crossing mountains and rivers. Only after she reluctantly sat down did Ethan speak again. "I'm hungry." ---- "Ill order food for you," Charlotte replied immediately. Seeing that she had finally caught on, Ethan fixed his gaze on her, his eyes slightly glazed. "No need. There's a kitchen here. There are ingredients in the fridge. You can cook something for me." Charlotte looked at him. "Ethan, | can do anything. I'm not asking you to help Khloe. | just want to know-while you're by Clarice's side, have you heard anything about Nick? Or do you know..."