LOGINEthan's facial features were sharply defined, so striking that even after staring for a long while, one couldn't deny he was handsome.But to Charlotte, that face would always be damned.The car fell silent. Ethan casually switched on some music. When the lyrics reached the chorus, he hummed along.He sang flawlessly a deep, magnetic voice—so good it could rival the original artist.Yet after a long while, Charlotte didn't react at all."Charlotte." Finally, Ethan called her."Hm?" She didn't look back."Do I sing well?"They were approaching a traffic light. Ethan rested one hand on the steering wheel, the other rubbing the bridge of his nose.Charlotte pressed her lips together.Was he seriously praising himself? She couldn't help wondering.She didn't answer him directly. "I like men like Nick."Ethan furrowed his brows, staring at her like she'd lost her mind."Hey, I'm asking if I sing well!"Finally, Charlotte turned to look at him. "Ethan, you chased me all the way
"I'll let you handle him, Ethan. I'm leaving."With that, Charlotte wrenched her hand free from Ethan's grasp and strode out.Ethan felt a twinge of irritation—he had just been about to follow her—but Leonard tried to intervene, babbling another apology.Without hesitation, Ethan kicked Leonard squarely in the knee.The older man crumpled to the floor in pain, unable to rise even with his assistant's help."Tomorrow, hand in your resignation. People like you are a hazard to this position. Don't blame me if I make life difficult for you."His words were sharp, laced with impatience. In that moment, the gentlemanly poise he usually carried vanished entirely. He sounded less like a corporate executive delivering justice and more like a villain passing sentence.Stepping outside, Ethan scanned the area, assuming Charlotte had already left. To his surprise, she was waiting just around the corner."Waiting for me?"Without hesitation, he moved behind her, naturally enveloping her in
"Sorry, I couldn't hold back."Ethan quickly steadied himself. His lazy words slipped out smoothly, even as his hands habitually adjusted the edges of his suit.His strength was formidable—Leonard's assistant was still rolling on the floor, grunting, unable to get up.Leonard had assumed a disturbance was underway and was about to shout for help, but then, he recognized Ethan."Mr. Morrison?"Leonard had visited Morrison Group several times a year and naturally knew Ethan's face. Seeing him there, his expression shifted—part surprise, part panic."F-fancy seeing you here today. Are… are you here for a meeting?"Ethan smiled faintly, tilting his head to glance at Charlotte. "Come here."Charlotte clutched her clothes, hesitated for a moment, and finally slipped behind Ethan.Though the scene was disgusting in theory, Ethan clearly enjoyed it. In his eyes, he had once again "rescued" Charlotte."Mr. Morrison… you and Charlotte…" Leonard's gaze darkened slightly as he observed t
Later, Khloe had mentioned to Charlotte that Clarice genuinely wanted to team up with Oscar, which proved that what Ethan had said was true.Using Ethan wouldn't be easy. Charlotte knew she couldn't rely on his fleeting interest in her, so she needed a more forceful approach.She needed a shock—something to make Ethan completely caught up in her, even if only for a short while. She wanted him to feel the sting of being toyed with.And if that failed, at least she could study him, discover his weaknesses, and help her friend get revenge.Charlotte had collected all she could on Ethan—his exploits, rumors, and personality traits. She had analyzed him roughly: a habitual flirt, self-absorbed, proud, competitive, but never truly loyal to a woman.The harder someone is to handle, the more obvious their weak points.Ethan fit that description perfectly.He had wandered through countless women, indulging without restraint. That only proved he craved emotional stimulation—he needed inte
Was Charlotte going out on a date?The little white rabbit who had been pretending to be innocent in front of him… was actually a little wildcat?Ethan had been in a low mood for days.Repeatedly thwarted by Khloe, now even Clarice was giving him the cold shoulder. Important tasks were no longer entrusted to him, and at the company, he had almost become a nominal vice president, a figurehead in all but name.On top of that, the things Khloe had told him still lingered in his mind, and over the past few days, he had secretly been investigating his parents' past. But too much time had passed, and the leftover official clues were practically useless.Maybe it was human nature to hide when in a slump, but suddenly, he felt an unprecedented confusion about his life.Then Charlotte appeared, shifting his attention.He recalled Winnie's figure from earlier in the morning and Charlotte's expression, and a flush of heat rose to him.Half an hour later, the private car carrying Charlotte
Just then, Kirsten's call came through.Seeing her name, Trey's eyes darkened slightly. Without hesitation, he rejected the call.If Kirsten was calling now, it was almost certainly about Angela.Angela and Kirsten were close—over the years, whenever there was the slightest conflict, Angela would go straight to her. Kirsten always tried to mediate, never pushing for a split, but whenever Trey was around, he inevitably faced moral lectures and pointed reproaches. Over time, he had grown weary of seeing her.Now that she was calling, it had to be about the divorce.Kirsten wasn't persistent; when Trey didn't answer, she didn't call again.But almost immediately, Trey's phone pinged with a group mention.It was a former classmate from the dorm opposite his during university, inviting him to a birthday dinner tonight.Ever since Khloe had exposed the scandal with Angela, Trey had withdrawn from almost all alumni groups. The only exceptions were two long-standing gaming groups wit







