Chapter 167

Chapter 167 The Foxes Will Be Buried if Chloe’s Hurt

After approximately twenty minutes into the press conference, Joseph took the stage to deliver a

concise speech.

When he was done, instead of returning to his seat, he headed straight to the back and entered. his

car. Glancing at his watch to check the time, he realized it was already past seven o’clock.

‘Dumbo should be on her way home by now.

He knew she had taken the afternoon off but had no idea about the gift she had bought for

him.

“Lucas, head back to the villa,” he instructed.

“Right away, sir,” Lucas replied. He pressed the accelerator pedal, but suddenly slammed on the

brakes as Jane extended her arms, blocking the car’s path.

She peered through the window at Joseph, who remained unresponsive, not even looking up. Wearing

a troubled expression, she said, “Step out of the car. I have something to tell you.”

Lucas glanced at the unbothered Joseph, his eyes stubbornly lowered. With a slight hesitation. and a

headache, Lucas slowly slid the window down.

“Ms. Jane, can we discuss this another day? Mr. Joseph has other matters to attend to.”

“No, it has to be now.”

“But Mr. Joseph has something on today…”

“I’m more important than any of his work.”

Lucas hesitated and spoke cautiously, “Ms. Jane, please stop joking around. It’s best if you leave. Mr.

Joseph needs to get home.”

Jane sneered and fired back, “There’s no one waiting at home, so why bother going back?”

Suddenly, Joseph lifted his head, his gaze sharp and piercing. “What do

you mean?”

“I mean it literally. If you allow me in the car, I’ll let you see that worthless wretch.”

“Get in.”

Jane laughed triumphantly, her hatred palpable, as she stepped into the car and took a seat

beside him.

“Where’s Chloe?”

“First, accompany me for a drink, and then I’ll tell you.”

A flicker of disgust passed through Joseph’s eyes as he instructed Lucas, “Call her.”

By “her,” he was referring to Chloe. Lucas made three attempts to dial her number, but it was

disconnected.

“Sir, I can’t reach her…”

Something bad had most likely happened.

Joseph’s body tensed, his joints cracking as he clenched his fists. His voice, as cold as the chill of

winter, cut through the air. “I’ll give you one chance, and it’s the last one. Where is she?”

“You won’t find out unless you promise to spend a day with me.”

Joseph’s expression darkened, his anger simmering beneath the surface. “Who do you think you are?

Are you even worthy?”

One of the most heart-wrenching things in the world was being demeaned by the person you loved,

dragged through the mire of inadequacy.

Jane’s anger surged, her voice reverberating with frustration as she exclaimed, “I’m not worthy

enough? Yet that wretched Chloe is? I come from a prestigious background, with stunning looks and a

perfect figure. What does she have that surpasses me? Why do you. choose to marry someone who

can’t measure up to you? Can’t you spare even a fleeting glance for me?”

“She lacks the malice that you possess, and she’s better looking, more hardworking, more diligent, and

more resilient. Every aspect of her surpasses you,” Joseph retorted. Taking a deep breath to steady

himself, he turned to Lucas and issued a command, his voice tinged with urgency, “Lucas, find Chloe’s

whereabouts immediately. Deploy all our resources and locate her.”

Without wasting a moment, Lucas pulled the car to the side and swiftly took action. It did not take long

for their efforts to yield results. They discovered that Chloe had been shopping with Emily earlier this

afternoon. Lucas immediately contacted Emily, who confirmed that she was currently searching for

Chloe as well.

“It’s useless. Only I know where that sl*t is,” Jane declared, connecting a video call in front of Joseph.

The screen displayed a pitch-black image, accompanied by the incessant sound of rushing water as

the camera zoomed in. Chloe appeared in the frame, unconscious and submerged in a massive

reservoir. Her hands and feet were bound, and the water level reached her waist. The rushing sound

from the phone indicated that she had limited time before drowning, likely within the hour.

“If you drink this bottle of water and spend a day with me, I’ll release her. How about it?” Jane

shamelessly presented a bottle of transparent liquid to Joseph, a wicked smile adorning her enchanting

face.

Slap!

Joseph forcefully knocked over the bottle, his hand trembling with anger, and then tightly grasped

Jane’s neck. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with intense hatred as he uttered in a menacing tone, “If

anything happens to Chloe, the entire Fox family will be buried with her!”

Jane struggled to catch her breath, her eyes fixated on the enraged man before her, fueled by his fury

for another woman. At that moment, fear gripped her, but it was overshadowed by an overwhelming

surge of jealousy.

“She alone should be buried!” Jane exclaimed, her voice filled with bitterness and resentment.

“You’re despicable!” Anger blazed in Joseph’s chest, accompanied by a hint of fear that he himself did

not notice. “You’re right. Burying you won’t be enough. I want you to live in this world, day after day,

plagued by remorse for what you’ve done to her. I want the Foxes to endure a life worse than that of a

dog!”

‘Chloe, please be okay. Wait for me.

‘I’ll save you. I won’t let you endure such suffering any longer.’

Jane, wracked with pain, felt as if her neck was on the verge of snapping. Tears of anguish streamed

down her face. “Are you willing to kill me for that sl*t?”

“You overestimate your worth,” Joseph retorted, applying force to push her aside. He swiftly grabbed a

tissue, scrubbing his hands vigorously as though they had come into contact with something vile.

He deliberately ignored Jane and mobilized every available resource in Aesper to investigate the

enigmatic reservoir.

**

At half past seven in the evening, Chloe regained consciousness, her head throbbing intensely. As she

realized her dire situation, trapped within the confines of a vast reservoir, she fought desperately

against her restraints, only to find herself tightly bound to a pillar.

Surveying her surroundings, she was met with a scene of impenetrable darkness. Acting on instinct,

she grabbed a stone and hurled it forcefully into the water.

The sound of the stone hitting the bottom revealed the chilling truth-the water was at least five meters

deep. Even more terrifying was the steady rising of the water level, which was now up to her chest.

A tremendous sense of despair and fear enveloped her, and the tears she had been holding back

cascaded down her face.