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.

the chill radiating off him and couldn’t help

harboring some

that was for the best-after some time, once his feelings cooled

had piled up, and Charlotte stayed

Ethan’s office. He was

she check on him, since he was technically the patient? After a brief pause, she

way back to her apartment, Charlotte followed her usual routine, buying a few things on the

fallen, and she again heard footsteps behind

she wasn’t panicked-just quickened

shadow appeared around the

tall figure blocked her path, and men emerged both in front and behind, moving toward her

She tried

apartment complex was old, with no security and mostly elderly residents. She had rented here for peace

“Help! Ugh-”

were silenced. Two men pinned her tightly.