Chapter 346

Chapter 346 Young Yet Masterfully Cunning

Noah took out his phone and snapped a photo of Ward 317 where Chloe was staying. He wasted no

time in forwarding the image to Joseph, accompanied by a message that said, [Coco got into a car

accident and suffered some minor injuries. Would you like to come and see her, Mr. Joseph?]

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However, hidden within the seemingly ordinary photograph was a subtle detail-a glimpse of Icarus’ face

in the lower right corner. Though the image was blurry, anyone acquainted with Icarus would easily

recognize him upon seeing it.

Maintaining a composed demeanor, Noah arched his eyebrows and casually leaned against the wall.

Instead of immediately divulging the true identity of the man occupying the neighboring ward, he aimed

to exploit the situation to his advantage.

If his investigations proved accurate, he was more inclined toward a betrothal with Chloe rather than a

marriage alliance,

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Joseph’s expression grew stormy as he read the text, his gaze fixed on the unmistakable figure of

Icarus captured in the corner of the photo. Frustration welled up within him as he mused, How could

Chloe have been so careless? It’s as if she’s constantly finding trouble. And this time she got into a car

accident with Icarus. They seem to always be together.’

However, Noah’s maneuvers were rather intriguing. Was he deliberately igniting the feud between

Joseph and Icarus, with the intention of positioning himself as the ultimate beneficiary? Young, yet

masterfully cunning, he possessed a mind beyond his years.

“Go buy a bouquet of white lilies and deliver them to Icarus.”

Lucas’ lips twitched involuntarily when he heard the request. ‘White lilies are commonly associated with

funerals and mourning the dead. Isn’t it a sign of cursing someone to die?’ he thought, ‘I’m not making

such an asshole move. I should delegate this to someone else in the company.’

Joseph tightly grasped his expensive pen, his face devoid of any emotion as he mechanically signed

the documents before him. The delicate pages, however, suffered the consequences of his firm grip,

tearing under the pressure of the pen’s tip.

Displeased with the outcome, he nonchalantly discarded the pen into the trash can. His voice turned

cold and detached as he demanded, “Reprint these. Are you using the company’s money to acquire

subpar goods?”

Lucas felt like whimpering and crying. What inferior goods? It was not the fault of the materials; it was

simply the relentless force with which Mr. Joseph pressed down that caused the unfortunate outcome.

“Are you sick?”

“No, I got into a car accident. It isn’t serious.”

“Okay, let’s talk face-to-face.”

Noah arrived at the hospital at nine o’clock. He went upstairs based on the direction Chloe had given

him. The number of Chloe’s ward was 317. When he passed by Ward 316, he heard a man whispering

about something.

“I’m in the hospital and she feels very guilty now.

“Yes, correct. Don’t force Chloe. Let her compromise and she’ll give in when the time is right.

“Mm-hm, hurry up and deal with Joseph. If there are too many accidents, people will get suspicious.

“Just keep an eye on Chloe. Don’t let her go to Joseph. I’m confident that I can marry her.’

Noah smirked and quietly took a few steps back, hiding himself in the shadows. Everything

was just a self-directed play, and it seemed like Chloe had been fooled.

After dwelling on it for a while, he decided to tell Joseph that Chloe was hospitalized.

Young Yet Masterfully Cunning

Noah took out his phone and snapped a photo of Ward 317 where Chloe was staying. He wasted no

time in forwarding the image to Joseph, accompanied by a message that said, [Coco got into a car

accident and suffered some minor injuries. Would you like to come and see her, Mr. Joseph?]

However, hidden within the seemingly ordinary photograph was a subtle detail-a glimpse of Icarus’ face

in the lower right corner. Though the image was blurry, anyone acquainted with Icarus would easily

recognize him upon seeing it.

Maintaining a composed demeanor, Noah arched his eyebrows and casually leaned against the wall.

Instead of immediately divulging the true identity of the man occupying the neighboring ward, he aimed

to exploit the situation to his advantage.

If his investigations proved accurate, he was more inclined toward a betrothal with Chloe rather than a

marriage alliance.

Joseph’s expression grew stormy as he read the text, his gaze fixed on the unmistakable figure of

Icarus captured in the corner of the photo. Frustration welled up within him as he mused, ‘ How could

Chloe have been so careless? It’s as if she’s constantly finding trouble. And this time she got into a car

accident with Icarus. They seem to always be together.’

However, Noah’s maneuvers were rather intriguing. Was he deliberately igniting the feud between

Joseph and Icarus, with the intention of positioning himself as the ultimate beneficiary? Young, yet

masterfully cunning, he possessed a mind beyond his years.

“Go buy a bouquet of white lilies and deliver them to Icarus.”

Lucas’ lips twitched involuntarily when he heard the request. ‘White lilies are commonly associated with

funerals and mourning the dead. Isn’t it a sign of cursing someone to die?’ he thought, ‘I’m not making

such an asshole move. I should delegate this to someone else in the company.’

Joseph tightly grasped his expensive pen, his face devoid of any emotion as he mechanically signed

the documents before him. The delicate pages, however, suffered the consequences of his firm grip,

tearing under the pressure of the pen’s tip.

Displeased with the outcome, he nonchalantly discarded the pen into the trash can. His voice turned

cold and detached as he demanded, “Reprint these. Are you using the company’s money to acquire

subpar goods?”

Lucas felt like whimpering and crying. What inferior goods? It was not the fault of the materials; it was

simply the relentless force with which Mr. Joseph pressed down that caused. the unfortunate outcome.

However, he maintained his respectful demeanor and was just about to leave when he paused in his

steps. “Sir, Patrick called and informed me that your grandfather is being discharged from the hospital

today. He requested you to pick him up.”

Joseph massaged his temples, a clear sign of his mounting frustration. “I’m aware.”

It seemed that Harold had grown suspicious of Xavia. He had likely stumbled upon something that

raised concerns and wanted to question him about it.

On the other side, Noah did not wait for Joseph’s response. He pocketed his phone and knocked on

the door of the ward.

“Come in.” Chloe’s voice came from within.

As Noah entered, he found her seated by the bed. Her eyes fixed on him for a fleeting moment before

a smile adorned her slender and delicate face. “You truly resemble a wide-eyed freshman,” she

remarked.

Approachable and unassuming, devoid of the arrogance that often accompanies privilege. His

unassuming demeanor concealed the fact that he would one day assume leadership of Asvand’s

number one jewelry empire.

Noah tilted his head, contemplating Chloe’s remark. “I didn’t actually graduate. My major had fewer

classes, so I didn’t need to be on campus all the time.”

Chloe nodded, her curiosity piqued. “Did you come to find me for a specific reason today?”

“Yes. Our advertisements received positive responses. Would you be interested in participating in a

magazine interview?”

“An interview?”

“Yes, to share your views on jewelry and your personal growth story.”

A tinge of sadness crossed Chloe’s face as she contemplated her personal journey. “When it comes to

personal growth, there isn’t much I can speak about. I don’t think I’ll be able to participate in this

magazine feature.”

Noah’s eyes shimmered with intrigue. “May I ask if you and Ava share the same mother but different

fathers?”

Chloe gently shook her head. “No, it’s the other way around. We have the same father but. different

mothers. Unfortunately, my mom passed away at an early age due to illness.”

“That’s a pity. You’re so beautiful. I’m sure your mother was equally stunning. If I ever get the chance,

I’d love to see a photo of her.”

Chloe did not oppose this notion. In the past, within the Johnson family, Benjamin and Karen

had never spoken of her mother. Anything related to her was always tainted with curses and insults.

Slowly, she too ceased to bring up the topic, but deep within her heart, she still missed her mother

dearly.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Chloe retrieved the photo she had saved on her phone and extended it to Noah,

a subtle sense of pride resonating in her voice.