Chapter 206
Jojo and Coco’s Unexpected Love
Chapter 206 Iâve Never Held Baxon in High Regard
The lounge was empty, devoid of any sign of people.
Covertly, Chloe dialed Josephâs number and discreetly pressed the record button. Sporting a puzzled
expression, she asked, â Isnât there supposed to be an internal interview? Why are we here?â
Maurice locked the door behind him, unable to contain his impulses as he lunged toward Chloe. âIt is
an interviewâan internal interview, a oneâonâone kind,â he replied.
Chloe, who had prepared herself in advance, deftly sidestepped him, maintaining her composure. âHow
much money did you give Ellie to persuade her to do this?â she questioned.
Maurice was taken aback, surprised at how quickly Chloe had figured it out. He sneered and said,
âSince youâve already caught on, I wonât pretend anymore. It wasnât much, just a few grand. But money
isnât the point here. The point is that I promised to help her deal with you.â
Chloe crossed her arms and beckoned him with a curl of her finger, a smile playing on her lips. It was a
smile that held both innocence and provocation. âYou want to deal with me? What are you waiting for
then? Bring it.â
Even though Maurice had encountered countless women, he could not resist her deliberate seduction.
He yearned to immediately overpower and possess her. âJust wait. Iâll âdealâ with you right now,â he
responded, hastily removing his clothes.
As he removed his final piece of clothing, the door was forcefully kicked open. Joseph stood there,
silhouetted against the backlight, the soft light casting a gentle glow upon his slender figure. With his
noble brows, captivating eyes, and an inherent radiance that seemed to adorn his entire being, he
seemed to emanate a divine aura, as if a celestial being had descended into the room.
Even though this moment had been orchestrated, Chloe could not help but be captivated by the sight of
him for a few
seconds. âHow dashing. These facial features, this physique⦠Truly extraordinary in every way.â
Joseph locked eyes with the naked Maurice, a tinge of disgust evident in his gaze. He removed his suit
and placed it over Chloeâs head, shielding her from the unsightly spectacle.
The color drained from Mauriceâs face as he hurriedly covered his private parts, desperately trying to
retrieve his clothes and get dressed. But before he could react, Lucas swiftly kicked the garments out
the door.
Maurice panicked and smiled obsequiously. âMr. Joseph, what are you doing? Chloe and I were willing
participants. Have you misunderstood something?â
Upon hearing the phrase âwilling participants,â Chloe pulled off the suit on her head, pouted, and
retorted with disdain, You engage in such promiscuous behavior, and Iâm afraid of catching some filthy
disease from you. Your soâcalled âwilling participantsâ is a load of bullsh*t!â
âWhy youâ¦!â
Joseph pulled up a chair and sat down, his voice commanding
and cold. âGo and fetch Baxonâs board of directors,â he
ordered.
Lucas nodded briskly. âYes, sir.â
Without delay, several directors from nearby hurried over upon hearing the news. As they made their
way to the lounge, Lucas provided them with a brief explanation of the situation. When they laid eyes
on the scarcely dressed Maurice, the forlorn figure of Chloe in the corner, and the fiercely protective
Joseph, the assembled directors instantly grasped the situation. Their faces reddened, not from
physical pain,
but from sheer embarrassment.
âMr. Joseph, we offer our sincere apologies for todayâs incident,â one of the senior directors humbly
addressed Joseph first before coldly addressing Maurice, âYou are hereby terminated. From this
moment onward, you are no longer associated with Baxon. Collect your belongings and get out of our
sight.â
Maurice panicked, disregarding his lack of clothing as he clung to the directorâs thigh, wailing and
pleading, âItâs not my fault! It was Ellie from Fairlight who asked me to do this!â
âIâll deal with Ellie, but as for you claiming that you did it because she told you to, would you also
commit murder if she asked you to?â Josephâs words were sharp, his cold gaze sweeping over like a
knife.
Tormented by that piercing gaze, Maurice trembled and was rendered speechless, his lips quivering.
After careful consideration, the senior director cautiously proposed, âMr. Joseph, letâs handle this matter
privately. Itâs not necessary to make a big fuss over a mere employee. Weâre
all part of the financial circle, so I humbly request that you spare us from public embarrassment.â
âI donât recall indicating any intention to handle this privately.
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âThereâs no need to escalate the situation over a minor employee. If this incident is exaggerated, itâll
portray that Fairlight doesnât hold Baxon in high regard, and it could disrupt the harmony.â
Terminating Mauriceâs employment was a trivial matter, and offering compensation was a minor
concern. However, the presence of numerous attendees at the forum today could not be ignored. If
news of this disgraceful incident were to spread, it could inflict severe damage upon Baxonâs
reputation.
Josephâs eyes narrowed slightly. âYouâve misunderstood. Iâve never held Baxon in high regard.â
âMr. Joseph, in business, itâs wise to keep a path open and avoid extreme actions in all matters.â
Josephâs gaze remained indifferent. âMaurice dared to steal Fairlightâs technical data, and itâs either you
tacitly approved of it or you couldnât control him. Regardless of the reason, constantly seeking illicit
gains instead of focusing on
enhancing your own capabilities⦠Baxon wonât survive long in the financial world.â
The directors of Baxon wore ashen faces, left speechless by his retort. Being mocked at their age was
utterly embarrassing.
Joseph could not be bothered to argue with these people any longer. He was ready to leave. Maurice
remained kneeling on the ground, desperately clinging to a directorâs thigh, begging
not to be fired. When Joseph walked past him, he paused. In the next moment, his shiny leather shoes,
as cold as ice,
landed on Mauriceâs hand.
Maurice cried out in pain, âMr. Joseph, please lift your foot! Youâre stepping on my hand!â
Joseph looked down at him from a position of superiority, unmoved. He even pressed down a few more
times with his foot as if he wanted to etch the word âdeliberate â on his face.
âOuch, ouch! It hurts, Mr. Joseph! Please stop!â
âIf it hurts, then perhaps you shouldâve exercised better control over your filthy hands.â