World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

Chapter 152 - 152: Point of No Return

Charlotte gave a dry laugh. "What are you talking about? Is this some movie reference I missed?"

I sighed, pulling out a chair and sitting down across from her. "No, Charlotte. I really need to apologize. I told you I wouldn't hide anything from you, but I did."

She squinted her eyes. "You're acting kinda weird."

"I was a market analyst for the Johnson Family in my past life," I said, keeping my tone steady. "I came back from 2034 to 2002—thirty-two years back. That's how I managed to make money so quickly. I knew how stocks would move."

I was completely serious, and I could see her confusion slowly shifting to disbelief. "Okay... Let's say it's true. Was I your girlfriend in your past life, then?"

"No. I never even met you in my past life. I got married much later, but my wife left me."

"Did you go to the same university?"

"Yes. You know Sam. He was my friend in my past life too. He recommended me to a job at his family."

"Why did your wife leave you?"

"That's... I'm not sure. It's complicated... maybe she wanted someone with more money, or maybe because I barely spend any time with her."

She continued her barrage of questions and then at some point she turned silent, clearly trying to process everything.

After a moment, she spoke again, her voice softening. "I guess... I did feel like you were a bit too mature for your age. But... does that change anything? I wanted to be with you because you seemed more mature.

Even if what you're saying is true, it doesn't change what we have now."

I smiled. "I hoped you wouldn't mind... because I really want you to stay with me."

Her expression shifted, and she looked at me more intently. "I still don't buy it, though. You need to give me more details. How did this even happen? Did you die and come back or something? If you can't explain it, I'm just gonna think you're losing it."

"I didn't die. It sounds absurd, but in 2034, I was... at a low point in my life, and one day I just stepped into an elevator, and it just kept descending. When I got out, I was back in 2002."

I spent the next two hours talking with Charlotte, opening myself up to her completely.

I told her everything about my story before I met her, this life and my previous life, leaving almost no detail unturned.

In the meantime, Charlotte made some tea for us and took the notebook off the table.

She listened to me almost religiously, asking questions like I was telling her the plot of some novel.

Later, as I finished telling my story, she spoke up. "I'm a bit disappointed that you're telling me all this only now, you know. It's so interesting."

I looked at her sincerely. "To be honest, I might have never revealed it to you, but I met someone today who changed my mentality a bit... It has to do with the last detail that I haven't told you. I found out about it not too long ago myself."

I leaned back in the chair. "Charlotte, there are at least two more people who have traveled back in time, just like I did."

Charlotte stared at me for a few seconds with absolutely no reaction, and then she stood up, walking over to the open kitchen.

She was wearing black shorts and an oversized red hoodie today. She looked cute as always.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Making coffee. Want some?"

I watched her move around the kitchen. "You seem pretty unfazed by what I'm telling you."

"Honestly, I don't know how to react." She said, with a neutral tone. "Back when we were on that club cruise and I found out about the illegal things you're involved in, babe, something just switched in my brain, and now... I think I'm kind of numb to it all. It just feels surreal."

She picked up the coffee cups and gave me a small smile. "But... I like the thought that I am dating one of the few people who might have the most impact on where the world is going."

She started walking out of the dining room to the hallway. "So, come on. Let's continue this in the living room."

I followed her, and we moved to the living room, where I took a seat on the couch.

She settled into the armchair, tucking her legs up and sitting sideways, cuddled up with the cup of coffee in her hands. "So... will you tell me the rest of the story?" Charlotte said, taking a sip of her coffee.

"I will. Let me start with the attack on your life... Back when we were targeted, I did some re

I...

Who's dead body did they have?

Fuck... what was I getting myself into...