Billionaire's match novel

Chapter 864 Charlotte stayed quiet. Ethan had, in fact, revealed the true reason behind Nancy's despair. Yet even so, Nancy remained the victim, and Charlotte couldn't bring herself to blame her. "Does that mean that kind people-those who genuinely want to do good for others-are destined to be wrong in this world?" she murmured. Ethan was silent for a moment. "Not wrong. It's just... human nature, life itself." "That scumbag..." Charlotte began, voice tight with anger. "I've already dealt with him," Ethan interrupted.

Seeing that Charlotte believed him, he picked up his bowl of porridge and started eating. He bore some responsibility for Nancy's ordeal, and those disgusting people had always repulsed him. Legal action or social condemnation would have been too gentle for them. He wasn't someone who played by the rules. If restitution was to be had, it had to be thorough-painful, even. Ethan had moved swiftly. He orchestrated a chain of misfortunes for the scumbag's family. The old saying "a son inherits the debts of his father' became literal: the ex was forced arranged by Ethan.

The methods of collection were far harsher than what had ever harassed Nancy-being "hospitalized" every three days was the least of it. Even the new girlfriend wasn't spared. Attempts to break up couldn't save her; she had to shoulder the debts alongside him or face the same consequences. And Ethan didn't stop there. He extended a seemingly benevolent offer to the helpless ex: take a job at a private club and rely on wealthy benefactors.

Meanwhile, the new girlfriend was ruthlessly abandoned in the same dramatic style Nancy had once endured, the ex's misdeeds exposed to the university, and the pair even got dragged into a police case. Humiliated and without any standing, both dropped out of university. Yet even then, Ethan wasn't done. Nancy's life demanded full repayment, and he ensured the scumbag would spend a lifetime paying for what he'd done. The private club was unforgiving, the wealthy patron part of a gray-market operation, and news coverage of the fallout forced the ex out of the country-he disappeared entirely.

"Ethan... you really did learn your craft from Clarice," Charlotte snorted, a note of grudging admiration in her voice. She was smiling, though-the heaviness that had pressed on her chest moments ago had lifted, replaced by a warm sense of justice upon hearing the scumbag's downfall. Ethan continued eating, glancing at her. "Are you complimenting me or insulting me?" "Thank you," Charlotte said softly. "| misjudged you before. You're different from Clarice. Sure, she led you a little astray, but ... you're still a good person. It was my prejudice. So, a lot of the things | said.

Don't take them to heart." Since Nancy's ordeal was a misunderstanding, Ethan's character wasn't entirely black in her eyes. Charlotte wasn't ready to like him completely yet, but she wanted to clarify her stance. "Ha. Don't take it to heart? You open your mouth and curse me, stab at me with words-why shouldn't | take it to heart?" Ethan said, a trace of mischief in his tone. "Then what do you want me to do? I can only apologize," Charlotte replied, feeling slightly awkward, wary of him using the moment to tease her further. "Apologies need action.

Like today's meal..." Ethan didn't even lift his gaze, gesturing to the dishes on the table. "This is quite to my liking." "Then take your time and enjoy them," Charlotte said with a NN LLL DTD cố tidy the kitchen and put away the ingredients she had brought.