Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 813 Charlotte trembled with anger. She loved this job, but with Khloe gone, staying here felt meaningless. Without another word, she ripped off her ID badge and flung it straight at Ethan. "You don't need to fire me! I'll leave on my own. But Winnie was right. Ethan, calling you a dog would be an insult to dogs. You don't have a backbone; you're pathetic." Her words, sharp as knives, made a flicker of doubt cross Ethan's eyes. But just as quickly, he scoffed and laughed. The onlookers reacted immediately, shouting for security, trying to forcibly silence Winnie and Charlotte.

Ethan suddenly raised a hand. "Who said I'm firing you? A little conflict between a boss and employees-does it really need this much drama?" Silence fell. The crowd froze. Even Winnie and Charlotte blinked in surprise. Ethan glanced at Charlotte, casually wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingertip, and said, "You've hit, you've yelled-I won't hold it against you. If you want to resign, | won't stop you." Then he strode away. ---- Once Ethan left, the crowd dispersed.

Apart from those who stayed out of deference to power, many employees came forward on their own to console Winnie and Charlotte. Ethan had never been beloved in the company, but at least he hadn't previously shown this level of arrogance. Without Khloe, he no longer felt the need to pretend. Charlotte didn't want to be a spectacle, so she took Winnie and left the office. Winnie, though surprised by how quickly events had escalated, immediately thought of the only person who could still help Morrison Group: Oscar. As a shareholder, Oscar was the only one who could rein in Ethan.

But Khloe had long positioned herself against him; even if he knew what was happening, he likely wouldn't intervene- unless... Michael went to plead with him. Michael was still in Jayelle City. His startup project in Goldmont had no investors, and thanks to an introduction from Khloe's friend Ralph, he was limited to collaborating with a small fledgling team. Perhaps the team members were top students from domestic and overseas universities, but Oscar didn't see potential-or perhaps he simply didn't want Michael back in Goldmont. Either ---- way, he hadn't targeted Michael in recent days.

Winnie wasted no time. She called Michael immediately. Once Michael heard the news, he rushed back to Goldmont that very night, meeting Winnie to visit Oscar. Oscar had likely anticipated their arrival and instructed staff to close the gates. Michael and Winnie didn't leave-they waited silently outside the villa. Both kept their heads bowed; they knew exactly what Oscar expected. After a long pause, Winnie finally lifted her head. "Michael... maybe we should get a divorce." The night was bone-chilling, but Michael's expression remained calm and composed, warm in its clarity.

He said nothing at first. After a long moment, he gently removed his scarf and draped it around her neck. Then he reached out, brushing her cold ears with his hand. "So... eight o'clock tomorrow morning?" Winnie's eyes reddened, but she couldn't help a small, ironic laugh, a soft huff escaping her lips. Meanwhile, on the winding mountain road, an SUV sped through the darkness. ---- Nick had just received word from Lucas: after Clarice was taken by the police, a suspicious car had left the vicinity of the Morrison family villa.

Lucas's team had followed, but the vehicle seemed to deliberately lead them on. He warned Nick not to act rashly and to retum first. But in this moment, how could Nick heed caution? He hung up on Lucas and followed the car closely. The mountain road narrowed, flanked by open wasteland, every movement visible. To avoid alerting the other party, Nick ordered his team to stop nearby, leaving only his own car to tail the vehicle deep into the mountains.