Chapter 439

Chapter 439 Does He Think He’s an Emperor?

Chloe did not feel Noah’s actions were anything out of the ordinary, assuming that he was carrying out

Desmond’s task to gain more exposure to the industry.

Following in Scott’s footsteps, they entered a conference dining hall. Many people were seated around

a large round table, none of whom Chloe recognized except for Joseph. Xavia was

present too, sitting by his side as if she were his companion.

Chloe’s feet felt as if they were rooted to the spot. She could not move a single step forward and a self-

deprecating expression spread across her face.

Having achieved his goal, Scott intentionally spoke up, “Mr. Joseph, Ms. Chloe is here. Mr. Noah,

please have a seat wherever you like.”

Noah nodded and found an empty chair to sit in.

As Joseph caught sight of the two entering together, a slight frown darkened his handsome face.

“Come here,” he commanded.

Chloe looked at the empty seat next to him. If she sat there, he would be sandwiched between. Xavia

and her.

‘Who does he think he is? An emperor? Why would he want to be surrounded by women on both

sides?’

A sense of rebellion surged within Chloe as the thought crossed her mind. Ignoring Joseph’s words,

she chose to sit next to Noah instead, causing Joseph to furrow his eyebrows in disbelief.

Everyone in the room could sense the tension that hung heavily in the air.

“Let’s continue then.” Someone mustered the courage to play the peacemaker, urging the meeting to

proceed.

Joseph did not speak much, only occasionally offering sharp and incisive opinions. During the meeting,

Scott brought over a pot of top-quality tea, and Xavia took the initiative to serve the tea to everyone.

The others took this for granted, treating their female companions as mere accessories to showcase,

while the rest of their role was to serve them.

Chloe was no novice in the professional world and did not feel much inside. After all, she had no

intention of serving these men like a maid. Of course, unless there was a situation where

she needed to seek a favor from someone.

When it was Joseph’s turn, no one knew if it was intentional or unintentional, Xavia left her V- neckline

wide open, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her alluring cleavage. Joseph noticed this, but his gaze

quickly shifted away, lingering on it for less than a second. His expression remained impassive,

resembling that of a celibate saint.

Chloe let out a disdainful snort, barely satisfied with his reaction.

Seeing Joseph’s indifference, Xavia clenched her teeth but maintained her composed and graceful

demeanor. “Joe, have some tea. You must be parched,” she said.

Joseph was indeed feeling a little thirsty and took a sip. Xavia watched as the tea entered his stomach,

feeling a surge of joy inside her.

In just twenty minutes, the effects of the drug would kick in. All she had to do now was wait quietly for

Scott’s next move. She left her seat and went to the restroom, intending to discuss the plan with Scott

and ensure nothing went wrong.

The meeting concluded in fifteen minutes. Joseph walked over to Chloe’s side and reached out to hold

her hand, intending to lead her away.

However, Chloe forcefully shook off his grip. “I don’t want you to hold my hand.”

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, bewildered.

“What do you mean, ‘What’s wrong with me?”” Chloe retorted angrily, her laughter tinged with sarcasm.

“You were the one who had Xavia sit next to you and even helped her off the stage. Now you suddenly

care about me?”

Joseph paused for a moment. “She was wearing high heels and almost tripped. I was the closest, so I

had to help her. And besides, it wasn’t me who asked her to sit next to me. Someone appreciates her

performance and brought her here.”

He had purposely saved a seat for Chloe, and now she was blaming him.

“Since she’s pregnant, why is she wearing high heels?” Chloe’s voice grew more plaintive. ” Didn’t you

see it at all? It’s all part of her ruse. She did it on purpose.”

Ever since finding out she was pregnant, Chloe had been wearing flat shoes to prevent tripping or

hurting herself while walking. Why did Xavia not understand such common sense?