Billionaire's Match

Chapter 963

Somehow, Charlotte felt herself growing dizzy, her vision blurring, her legs weakening. The moment she loosened her grip, she nearly collapsed.

Inside the towel pressed against her was laced with a drug.

“Don’t bother resisting. Just sleep,” her father sneered.

He leaned close, methodically crushing the cigarette butt against the wall, mere millimeters from her face.

Charlotte’s final vision and consciousness froze there.

But then, a dull thud rang out.

Her father screamed as he collapsed. Glancing back, he saw a man behind him, swinging a brick with deadly precision.

Touching his own head, he felt a rush of warm blood.

“You… it’s you again!”

recognized the man instantly-the same one who had sent him

monitored for the past few days, ensuring

turned their attention, but Charlotte had already fallen unconscious to

still carrying his own injuries, had overexerted himself in striking her father, but seeing Charlotte

moments, both men landed blows that sent Ethan

Charlotte, but Ethan recovered swiftly, seizing the half-brick

man finally lost his temper, grabbing Ethan by the

enraged by his companion’s cries, drew a

the blade could strike, an invisible force

“Argghh…”

man’s wrist snapped before he could

fought with all his strength, but when the companion screamed in pain, the distraction allowed him

“Noah…”

looked up and saw

two assailants had no chance; within moments, both were flipped and struck at vital