Billionaire's Match

Chapter 625 Ethan's presence pressed close, heavy and inescapable. Charlotte barely had time to react. As Ethan's lips drew near, she instinctively raised her hand to shield her face. Ethan had only been teasing-until the warm breath of his mouth spilled against her palm. He deliberately flicked out his tongue, and the heat against her skin made Charlotte's expression twist in surprise and discomfort. "Ethan..." she murmured. Seizing the moment, he gripped her wrist and nipped at the side of her neck.

Startled, Charlotte reacted like a frightened little animal, scrambling away with all her strength. Her shopping bags tumbled to the floor, and she barely had time to step on them in her retreat. But Ethan was relentless. He closed the distance with long strides, pinning her against another shadowed corner. "What's this? You bring yourself here to negotiate, and before we even finish, you want to leave? Do you think I'm that easy to provoke?" He pressed his fingers against her cheek with measured force. ---- Charlotte frowned, her voice sharp and controlled.

obvious. "Fine," he said, letting a trace of amusement creep i talk terms. What can you offer me?" Charlotte lifted her gaze, her smile faint but confident. "| might be able to help you... gain some freedom from Clarice's control."

might seem naive, even laughable. But she had a way of striking at the heart of things. He snorted. "Freedom? Without my mother, | have

the details," she admitted, "but | know this: if you ally with Khloe, when Clarice's influence wanes, you'll at least safeguard your position in the Morrison Group." Her words sounded convincing, but in reality,