Chapter 447

Chapter 447 Turning His Father’s House Into a Graveyard

Chloe woke up to find it was the middle of the night. She grabbed her phone to check the time,

discovering that it was 2 a.m. Having caught up on a full night’s sleep, she wondered if she

should sleep till morning or get up.

After ten minutes of wrestling with her thoughts, her growling stomach made the decision for

her.

Joseph was still in the living room, fast asleep. With his eyes sealed shut, he appeared innocent. and

tranquil. Even when he was lying on the sofa, he exuded an aura of refinement and elegance.

Suddenly, Joseph cracked his eyes open and pulled Chloe into his embrace. “Finally decided to come

out?”

Chloe was irritated. “Were you pretending to sleep?”

“No, I couldn’t sleep.” He rested his chin on her shoulder and said slovenly, “Are you hungry?

“Yeah.”

“Go to the kitchen.”

Chloe looked at him in disbelief. “Did you cook?”

“I had the chef come and prepare it.”

“Where did the chef come from?”

“The family home.”

Entering the kitchen, Chloe was greeted by the enchanting aroma of simmering mushroom soup on the

stove. Next to it, a loaf of fresh-baked bread was waiting to be devoured.

After having a bowl of soup and some bread, Chloe felt satisfied and calm. When she returned to the

living room, she realized that Joseph had closed his eyes again. This time, he was truly asleep, his

long eyelashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks.

She poked him a few times with her finger, but he did not stir. She stared at him for a while, then went

to grab a blanket from the bedroom to cover him. She then went to the bathroom to freshen up and

brush her teeth.

The next morning, Chloe was up at six.

Joseph was outside on a call. Despite his efforts to keep his voice down, she caught snippets of his

conversation.

It seemed to be about Jonathan’s unauthorized sale of his father’s house. Intrigued, Chloe put on her

slippers and stepped outside to listen in.

“You keep an eye on things over there, I’ll be there soon,” Joseph said before hanging up. He then put

on his coat, preparing to leave.

Chloe looked puzzled. “Where are you going?”

“Emerald Heights,” Joseph replied. He paused for a moment and added, “That’s where my

father’s house is located.”

Even though they knew the buyer’s information, this person had yet to show up. He moved some stuff

in yesterday, then disappeared.

This morning, they got word that more stuff was being moved in. The items were quite large, but the

other end was evasive and did not provide a clear answer, so Joseph decided to go and see for

himself.

“I’ll come with you,” Chloe offered. Perhaps they might discover clues about the suicide note.

Joseph narrowed his eyes. “All right.”

Using GPS, Chloe found out Emerald Heights was a good forty-minute drive from Oceanic Residence.

Foot heavy on the gas, Joseph sped towards Emerald Heights. Lucky for them, the Amer guy who had

bought the house was still around when they got there.

He possessed an imposing figure, towering over six feet, and had a menacing look about him. One

could tell at a glance that he was not to be messed with.

At that moment, he was directing six workers to unload cargo. The cargo was rectangular and covered

with cloth, making it impossible to discern its contents. Yet, an eerie aura emanated from it, sending a

shiver down Chloe’s spine as she could not shake off the uncanny resemblance to a coffin.

Joseph’s expression remained stoic, his face as cold as the frost of midwinter. Ignoring the Amer’s

protests, he marched over and yanked the cloth off the rectangular object.

Before everyone’s eyes, a coffin was revealed. Whether it was occupied or empty, nobody knew.

Joseph’s hand, hanging at his side, clenched tightly, veins popping on the back of his hand. Was this

guy planning to turn his father’s house into a graveyard?

This enraged the Amer, who rolled up his sleeves and stormed towards Joseph.