Billionaire's Match

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.

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

son inherits the debts of his father" became literal: the ex was forced arranged

what had ever harassed Nancy-being "hospitalized" every

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

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

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

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

you complimenting me or

you," Charlotte said