Chapter 147
A Billion-Rich Woman Was Chased by Her EX-Husband
Chapter 147 At this moment, a storm of emotions brewed beneath the somber and handsome face of Josephi But Chloe didnât have as complex thoughts as him, she simply felt extremely unlucky, like the unluckiest person in the world!
Meeting this despicable man in such a romantic and beautiful place was like a rose falling into a pile of dog poop, completely ruining the mood. Next time, she thought, she should check the lunar calendar before going out.
As for Grace, who was clinging to Joseph like a band-aid, she was just a pungent odor to Chloe, even a glance at her was irritating.
At this moment, Jerome, with his tall and graceful figure, leaned towards her, and his thin lips came close to her ear as he chuckled, âDonât worry. Iâm here.â
Chloeâs ears twitched, and she couldnât help but think, âWhatâs there to be worried about? When you see a dog, just fight it off with another dog.â
âMiss Thorp, I never expected to run into you here.â
Grace put away her confrontational attitude and asked in a gentle and soft voice, âIs this gentleman your new boyfriend? You two seem to be a perfect match.â
Chloeâs eyes remained calm; she clearly didnât want to engage with this troublemaker.
However, Jerome, with a smile that seemed almost mocking, spoke, âThank you for your compliment, but Iâm not Miss Thorpâs boyfriend yet.â
This statement left the straightforward Chloe momentarily perplexed.
However, Joseph, hearing this, tightened his grip, causing his arm muscles to become as hard as stone. His face turned as cold as a thousand-foot frozen lake.
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heâs saying that heâs not her boyfriend yet, but he will be, sooner or later?
Was he trying to provoke Joseph or challenge him, implying a relationship he couldnât accept?
Grace saw Josephâs brows furrowing, and she clenched her fingers around him tightly. She knew, deep down, that she couldnât let go of this scoundrel!
But now that Chloe had found a new love, she could breathe a little casier.
At least, they needed to make one side give up completely on that three-year marriage!
But should she say it? Chloeâs luck seemed to be incredibly good. Who was this young master?
His demeanor was extraordinary, and his appearance was handsome.
âIs Mr. Sawle here to accompany his fiancée for a flower-viewing trip?â
Jeromeâs lips curled slightly. âBut youâd better hurry, Rose Manor is about to close.â
âI donât have the same elegance as you two.â
Joseph locked eyes with him, exuding a fierce hostility that intentionally ignored Chloe. âSecretary Johnson, contact the person in charge of Rose Manor. I want to discuss our cooperation.â
âYes, Mr. Sawleâ Max took out his phone and dialed.
A few seconds later, the phone suddenly rang.
Everyone heard it, and it was getting closer!.
âThatâs strange... It seems like the person is nearby?â Max scratched his head, puzzled, as he looked around.
Meanwhile, the ringing from the phone grew louder.
âDirector Xavier.â
Joseph was taken aback, and his gaze was fixed on the man who had walked up to Jerome.
The phone that had been ringing was now in his palm!
âDirector Xavier, thereâs a call for you.â
The secretary handed the phone to Jerome, still acting respectfully, but he cast a disdainful glance at Joseph.
Jetome smiled briefly, as if nothing had happened. His slender, cold fingertips brushed over the screen, and he casually hung up the call.
At the same time, Maxâs call was abruptly cut off.
Max stood there with the phone in his hand, mouth agape, in a daze.
Joseph, on the other hand, was shrinking his pupils in disbelief, his face as pale as snow.
âMr. Sawle, the owner of Rose Manor you were looking for is me. However, I regret to inform you that I already have an exclusive parmer for cooperation. It seems that Mr. Sawle will return empty-handed.â he said.
With that, Jerome turned his gaze to Chloe and continued, Miss Thorp, I have accepted your cooperation request.â
Chloeâs beautiful eyes widened slightly as she watched the man extend his right hand towards her.
âMay we have a pleasant cooperation in the future.â
She glanced casually at Joseph, whose face was gradually darkening, and his eyes were tinged with red bloodshot veins.
Seeing this despicable man lose face, Chloe truly felt delighted. Yet, winning like this, without any effort, felt somewhat like bullying him.
Well, she didnât care, sheâd enjoy it first!
So, Chloe raised her lips, revealing two playful dimples on her cheeks, and extended her hand gracefully to shake Jeromeâs hand. âI wish us a pleasant cooperation, Director Xavier.
The people from the Sawle Group exchanged puzzled looks, and Max suddenly felt like the sky had fallen on his head.
Seeing Josephâs expression turn stormy, Grace, thinking she was being helpful, said, âBrother Joseph, you donât have to worry.
Itâs just a garden, and there are plenty of places like this in our country. We can contact other venues for the cooperation...â
However, before she finished speaking, Joseph abruptly withdrew his arm from her embrace.
He used too much force, causing her to stumble backward and lose face.
âLetâs go. Director Xavier.â Chloe couldnât be bothered to look at them any longer and politely smiled at Jerome.
âAlright, Iâve already made a reservation at the restaurant. We can go there anytime.â
The two exchanged smiles, leaving Joseph feeling like an invisible hand was choking his throat, and his brow furrowed tightly.
He took a brisk step forward, blocking Jerome.
Director Xavier, letâs have a private conversationâ he said, his tone still assertive, showing no sign of weakness despite the failed project negotiation.
âIf itâs about the Rose Manor project, I donât think thereâs anything left to discuss between Mr. Sawle and me.â Jerome replied, uninterested in wasting his time with him.
âWhat if itâs about something else?â
Saying this. Josephâs enigmatic gaze focused on Chloeâs face.
Jerome brought Joseph to a European-style pavilion within Rose Manor.
They sat across from each other, surrounded by colorful flowers, yet the atmosphere felt as cold as an ice cellar.
âPlease, Mr. Sawle, get to the point. I still have a date with Miss Thorp to attend to.â Jerome said, glancing at his watch with impatience.
âA date? Werenât you discussing cooperation?â
Joseph, not willing to let this man take the upper hand, especially in matters concerning Chloe, instinctively responded. âMaybe this is just your wishful thinkingâ
âAfter all, Chloe was my wife for three years, and I know her far better than you do.â
-âIs that so Jerome shrugged indifferently, taunting. Just three years, hardly substantial. Where does Mr. Sawle find the confidence to think you understand her better than me?â
Her clenched his fists in anger, his eyes filled with a chilling intensity. âYou investigated me?â
Smirking, Jerome shook his head, âEverything Iâve done, itâs all for Chloe. It has nothing to do with you from start to finish,â
âThis time, Iâm partnering with Chloe because sheâs the one Iâve been waiting for. Besides her, I wonât allow anyone else to get involved.â
âI know your people have been in contact with mine, but I just didnât have a chance to tell you that from the very beginning. I had no intention of collaborating with the Sawle Group.â
Calling her âChloeâ so affectionately!
Joseph exhaled a breath, his eyes deep as night fire. âJerome, although youâve recently returned to the country, Iâm not completely ignorant of who you are.â
âPeople who donât know you well might be deceived by the facade you put on for Chloe, but I wonât be fooled. Iâve heard things about what you did in Stoeyae.â
In Stoeyae, Jerome was truly the embodiment of wealth and desire, a handsome devil with a notorious reputation.
However, he could completely conceal his true nature in front of Chloe and act like a loving and gentle gentleman. Itâs evident how deep his cunning and schemes run.
Indeed, they were divorced, and Chloeâs life was no longer his concern.
Yet, Joseph watched her get closer and closer to Jerome, a mixture of anger, hatred, and fear bubbling within him.
Jeromeâs lips curled slightly, and he casually adjusted his glasses.
But he didnât refute Josephâs claims, âYouâve never had a shortage of women around you. But Chloe isnât a woman you can just play with, someone you can flirt with and win over with a few roses.â Josephâs face took on a frosty demeanor.
After a few seconds, Jerome couldnât help but chuckle. âItâs quite strange. If you care so much about Chloe and canât bear to let her go, why did you divorce her and marry someone else?â
This question struck right at the heart of the matter, piercing to the core.
Joseph was momentarily stunned, feeling a tingling sensation rush through his chest. His entire soul shook with a numbness.
âI know exactly what kind of person 1 am, even if Iâm utterly despicable. My heart for Chloe has always been pure, always loyal.â
âItâs better than you, Mr. Sawle, who married Chloe but secretly longs for someone else, causing Chloe profound pain. In this world, anyone can say this to me, but you canât.â
Jeromeâs brow furrowed, his tone growing colder and more cutting. âNo matter whether you have regrets now, youâve already divorced. Who Chloe chooses to be with, who she likes, who she falls in love with, has nothing to do with you anymore.â
With that, he stood up and walked towards the exit of the pavilion. Then he stopped, looking back at Joseph, who sat there like a snow sculpture, unmoving-
âTve been planning for her for a long time. Your three years, in my eyes, arenât worth mentioning.â
Joseph remained seated in the pavilion, replaying Jeromeâs words in his mind. His face turned as white as paper, and his broad shoulders quivered slightly...