Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 835 Clarice's strength evaporated in an instant. Her whole body went limp, and even as the officers dragged her along, she collapsed to her knees. Tears poured from her eyes, unstoppable, like a snapped string. She felt nothing but hatred-but this hatred was directionless, slipping from her grasp like water. Did she hate Niel? Or Khloe? Or... herself? For a lifetime of relentless effort that ended in utter failure? Everything she had ever tried to hold onto, no matter how tightly, had slipped away completely. "Whatever Father left for you, | won't touch.

Whether you ever get them... that's up to fate." Khloe's voice was cold and detached as she said it, then she walked away without looking back. Clarice blinked, staring at the scattered paper fragments on the floor. Slowly, she crawled forward and began picking them up. These scraps were Niel's final gift. Her last solace in this lifetime. ---- "Khloe!" Khloe had just stepped into the police station lobby with her lawyer when she saw Charlotte waiting there. Charlotte had come to the station in the middle of the night to file the report and had been there ever since.

At first light, when she saw the police cars escorting people inside, her heart soared -Khloe had been safe all along-and tears of relief streamed down her face. When Khloe had orchestrated everything, only Lenny had been in on it. No one else had been told. Not because she didn't trust Charlotte, but because too many people knowing would have jeopardized the plan. If she had disappeared and everyone close to her seemed calm, that would have been too suspicious. With Lenny and Noah in place, Khloe had no concerns about Charlotte.

Besides, Ethan needed Charlotte to remain at the company, not interfering with him, so that Clarice's people would let their guard down around him "Charlotte." Khloe saw the exhaustion etched on her friend's face and gently touched her cheek, full of compassion. "I'm sorry... for making you worry." ---- Charlotte shook her head. "It's nothing. We're only at the beginning! Knowing you're safe-that's all that matters!" Khloe held Charlotte's hand, quickly checking her over. "| heard you and Ethan were targeted last night.

Are you both okay?" "'m fine," Charlotte pressed her lips together, but her eyes reddened. "But Ethan got hurt. He's in the hospital now." The events of the previous night still made her heart race. Ethan had drawn the people chasing them away, leaving Charlotte to hide in a small storage room. But soon, the hunters came looking for her. They were cunning. When they couldn't find anything on Ethan, they assumed he had accomplices and began searching floor by floor. Ethan repeatedly provoked them to protect Charlotte, taking brutal blows in the process.

They used his life as leverage, trying to force her out. He was slashed more than a dozen times-from his wrists, arms, to his torso. None of the cuts were fatal, but each searing wound made him ---- scream in pain, blood flowing freely. Even Charlotte, capable as she was, could hardly bear it When Ethan's life was on the line, she lost control. Heart pounding, she stepped forward with the items, willing to trade them for his life. Seeing Charlotte appear, Ethan nearly coughed up blood in disbelief. At the exact moment she tried to hand over the items, he lunged, tackling her to the ground.

Fortunately, Noah had brought a few security guards. Only with their help were Ethan and Charlotte able to escape. Noah didn't wait for the police. He handed the culprits over to security, arranged for Charlotte to call an ambulance for Ethan, and then left.