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.

felt the chill radiating off him

was still harboring some

was for the best-after some time, once his feelings cooled completely, things between them could return

Charlotte stayed late at the

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

she check on him, since he was technically the

her usual routine, buying a few things on the way and taking

fallen, and she again

wasn’t panicked-just quickened her pace to get

a shadow appeared around the corner

figure blocked her path, and men emerged both

escape. She tried to

old, with no security and mostly elderly residents. She had rented here for peace and quiet-not anticipating

“Help! Ugh-”

cries were silenced. Two men pinned her tightly.