Billionaire's Match

Chapter 734 The five-year-old child who once had no one, who had been completely innocent... that child was also a victim. Charlotte furrowed her brows. But the thought of her friend, coupled with Ethan's inherent coldness and the cunning he had learned from Clarice, made it impossible for her to feel any sympathy. Pain, after all, was also a choice. "Clarice has multiple secret accounts within the Morrison Group. Every time she moves assets, it goes through those accounts. You're the only one who can access them," Charlotte said. Hearing this, Ethan understood immediately.

He had always handled Clarice's transfers. If he betrayed her, he would not escape culpability himself. Yet, he also knew the knife Khloe had handed over-the one now in Charlotte's words-was aimed at his vulnerabilities. He could not refuse. Clarice was on the run; she needed these accounts for the moment. He couldn't make her pay for her crimes in blood, but Khloe could. Ethan snorted again, lifting his eyes to meet Charlotte's gaze. She looked at him with something like pity-but beneath it lay an unmistakable, unshakable disdain.

"If you still remember your parents, if there's any courage left in your veins, you should take revenge yourself," Charlotte said coldly. "Of course," Ethan finally rasped after a long pause, his voice hoarse, grating. "Khloe is giving me this chance... how could I possibly let her down?" Even if he didn't want revenge on Clarice, he already had no way out within the Morrison Group. They held each other's gaze for a long moment. Charlotte saw the murky complexity lurking in his eyes and, inexplicably, felt a twinge of discomfort. She had nothing more to say and turned to leave again.

me all this time?" "You're joking," Charlotte replied with a low, bitter laugh. "And no, I've never wanted you dead... I don't think death solves anything.

merciless to women,