Billionaire's Match

Chapter 962

“Just give it to me. I’ll handle it.”

Charlotte blinked in surprise. Ethan usually liked to boss her around-she was used to it-but she still nodded and handed over the documents.

Soon, the assistant returned the papers. Ethan’s signature was sharp and decisive, the handwriting impressively neat.

“By the way, how’s Ethan’s health? Everything okay?” Charlotte asked.

The assistant nodded. “He looks fine, all things considered. He’s been in meetings all day.” 3

If his work energy was running at full throttle, then he was probably alright. Charlotte relaxed and didn’t press further.

That afternoon, after finishing a project meeting, Charlotte stepped out of the conference room and ran straight into Ethan. He was perfectly dressed in a tailored suit, his tie meticulous, but his complexion was pale and the dark circles under his eyes were pronounced.

“Hi Ethan,” she greeted proactively.

He only gave a brief nod in response, not sparing her a second glance as he brushed past.

chill radiating off him and couldn’t help but feel slightly

Ethan was still harboring some emotion toward

once his feelings cooled completely, things between them could return

piled up, and Charlotte stayed

she passed Ethan’s office. He was still there, with no indication

was technically the patient? After

to her apartment, Charlotte followed her usual routine, buying a few things on the way and taking the quiet

had fallen, and she again heard footsteps behind

time, she wasn’t panicked-just quickened her pace

a shadow appeared around

men emerged both

escape. She tried to scream, but a hand clamped over her

complex was old, with no security and mostly elderly residents.

“Help! Ugh-”

silenced. Two men pinned her tightly. From