LOGINNoah paused for a moment, then immediately followed through.After making the call, he quickly tied up the ruffians on the ground."You holding up?" Noah asked, glancing again at Ethan.Ethan didn't answer, just stepped a few paces outward. "Charlotte… she shouldn't be seriously hurt, right?"Noah nodded. He had checked her first thing—Charlotte had merely fainted. Her pulse and vitals were completely normal."Go with her to the hospital. I'll handle the rest," Ethan said with effort, wanting to catch a cab to the nearby ER to treat his own injuries.Noah moved forward to support him. "You don't want me to go with you?""My pain's enough to kill me… no time for that," Ethan muttered.Though his words were curt, Noah knew his heart was far softer than his mouth suggested.At the street corner, Noah flagged down a cab for him.Once inside, Ethan looked back. "Don't tell anyone I came here.""But—""I'm not doing this so you can take advantage and act all grateful." He cut Noa
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!"He recognized the man instantly—the same one who had sent him to prison before. And now… he was here!He had made sure Charlotte's route home was carefully monitored for the past few days, ensuring she walked alone each day. How was this man still haunting them?Seeing her father struck, the two men turned their attention, but Charlotte
"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."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.Charlotte
Khloe actually had one more thing she wanted to tell Charlotte: Ethan had come looking for her yesterday.But at that time, she had accompanied Nick to the hospital, and she didn't know how that matter would develop—she didn't want Charlotte to get her hopes up for nothing.Now, just as Khloe was about to ask, Nick interrupted."Who are you chatting with?""Charlotte. She complimented your photography skills."A faint smile curved Nick's lips. He wrapped his arms around Khloe from behind and kissed her cheek.Leaning back into his embrace, Khloe casually set her phone on the coffee table."Charlotte also mentioned something else," she said, tilting her head. "Remember the medical team that cared for you before? There's a female doctor named Anna Reid. She came to see me at the office today, saying she had some alternative remedies she wanted to try on you."Nick paused mid-motion, his brow barely furrowing."Anna?" He repeated the name in a flat tone, betraying no emotion."D
"Taking leave? Is Ethan feeling unwell?" Charlotte asked instinctively.But the assistant shook her head, indicating she didn't know.With Ethan absent, the process could only be put on hold for now.Back at her desk, Charlotte considered sending him a message to check on his condition.After all, he had only just taken office and was under a heavy workload. Unless he was truly unwell, he wouldn't have taken leave so easily.But even after typing the message, she deleted it.Their relationship was, first and foremost, that of superior and subordinate—only then ordinary friends.Charlotte had already drawn a clear line between them, yet from yesterday's events, it was obvious Ethan hadn't completely let go of his feelings for her.At a time like this, the only thing she could do was keep her distance.If you don't like someone, you shouldn't give them hope.After work that evening, Charlotte bought some barbecue and beer.When she was in a bad mood, eating and drinking a litt
Charlotte slept poorly and woke early the next morning.As expected, when she stepped out of her room, Noah was already gone.The sofa had been tidied neatly. He had left nothing behind—not even the cake box on the table, which he had taken away with the trash.He was like the wind—arriving without a sound, leaving without a trace.Charlotte sat down where he had slept the night before, a dull heaviness settling in her chest.What, exactly, was love?Why was it so hard for two people who cared for each other to be together?Why was it that the more you cared about someone, the harder they were to hold on to?Exhausted, Charlotte ended up arriving at work an hour late—something that rarely happened.But as she passed the front desk, she noticed someone making inquiries, asking to meet Khloe."Miss Roswell isn't in recently. May I ask what this is regarding?"It was uncommon for people to request meetings with Khloe through the front desk, so Charlotte couldn't help but feel a
Denise sent a message, and the reply came almost instantly. She asked to make a quick voice call, just a minute, and the other party agreed without hesitation.Now, everyone could hear the heiress herself. Excitement buzzed through the room. Even Tina leaned closer to Denise, unable to hide her cur
Trey's grandfather's mistrust had lasted to the end. In his will, he had entrusted the family's assets to his wife, determined to prevent any chance of Trey and Angela rekindling their relationship.Stella stared at the photos until their edges blurred, then went through them again more slowly. The
Every time Nick finished speaking, thunderous applause swept through the auditorium. Even Khloe, watching from her screen, found herself clapping before she realized it.There was no denying it—professional excellence had an irresistible allure all its own.Nick was cold and aloof, like some untou
Khloe's voice was calm, almost slow as she spoke—and by the time she finished, someone had already checked the facts online."It's true! That Morrison heiress is a total fraud!"No photos, no extra info—she hadn't appeared publicly yet. But the charity gala report clearly mentioned that Niel Morri







