Chapter 483

Chapter 483 Is Looking for a Woman

Joseph calmed down and pushed the bowl of salad back to her.

Chloe said, “I’m full.”

He raised his brows. “Do you want to go to bed or take a walk?”

“It’s past ten. By the time we wash up, it’ll be almost midnight. Let’s just go to bed. That way, we can

wake up early and do something fun tomorrow.”

“Hmm.”

The cobblestones on the path gleamed in the moonlight. Under the streetlamp, their shadows stretched

out.

“By the way, Aunt Tavia came with Xavia. Did you know?” Chloe suddenly remembered and filled him

in.

Annoyed, Joseph knitted his brows. “I’ll make them leave now.”

But Chloe was not up for a confrontation. “Isn’t it too late now? Let’s deal with it tomorrow.”

“Fine, tomorrow it is.” He did not want to spoil his mood either.

They walked a bit more and entered the hotel.

Xavia emerged from a corner of the cobblestone path behind them. Her charming face twisted with

spite as she clenched her fists. She had thought Chloe was kind, but turned out she was a hypocrite,

complaining about her and trying to influence Joseph.

After standing there lost in thought for a while, Xavia felt she might be driven away the next day. She

could not stop such an incident, and at the moment, Octavia had no power to resist Joseph. As her

gaze darted around, an idea suddenly sparked in her mind. Octavia once mentioned that Harold

usually went out and met his friends every Friday.

She called Vanya and told the latter her plan. She had ways to approach Joseph, and she was going to

make the Whitmans respect her with this plan. She assumed Vanya would ask permission from S, but

surprisingly, she agreed to it right away.

Xavia was confused. “Don’t you have to ask for permission?”

Vanya replied, “No, Harold’s been keeping you out of the Whitman family. We might as well get rid of

him. He just causes problems.”

Xavia asked fiercely, “You think so too?”

“Mm-hm, but we need to plan this well. It won’t be simple.”

“I’m free the day after tomorrow. Let’s meet up and discuss the details.”

“No, that day won’t do. I’ve got a lead on something. I need to track down that person. How about three

days from now?”

“Are you still looking for that woman?”

Vanya replied yes, then added, “We both have a long-term mission.”

Xavia furrowed her brows. “Who is that woman? Why is S so persistent?”

Vanya was one of S’s most capable subordinates. She was helping Xavia become part of the

Whitmans, and she was all set to give Xavia whatever support she needed. It was clear that S was

dead set on gaining control over the Whitmans, but no one knew what kind of grudge S bore them.

The only thing they knew was that S was after a woman, and this woman had some ties to the

Whitmans.

Vanya simply said, “Don’t go asking questions that you shouldn’t.”

The next morning, Lucas asked Octavia to leave on Joseph’s orders. As a result, Octavia flew into a

rage and insisted on talking to Harold about it.

When Joseph heard this, he said, “Let her do it.”

Harold was not someone to be trifled with. If Octavia wanted to bring trouble upon herself,

Joseph was not going to stand in her way.

At noon, they were enjoying lunch outdoors. It was a gorgeous day, and the cool breeze was

refreshing.

Emily took the shell off a large prawn and stuffed it into her mouth, slowly savoring its juiciness and

freshness. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Chloe shelling a prawn too. She raised her brows and

started scolding Joseph. “Sir, you’re out with your girlfriend. Can’t you do something nice for her? Every

guy I know shells prawns for their girlfriends.”

Hearing that, trepidation engulfed Lucas. He shot her a look and asked her not to speak nonsense.

While putting on a pair of disposable gloves, he said, “I’ll do it.”

Chloe looked at Joseph, who was sitting there with his arms crossed, his strong features and sharp

eyebrows accentuating his masculine charm. He was still wearing the same white shirt from yesterday,

and at that moment, the sun was hitting him just right, giving off a glimpse of his toned body.

Meanwhile, a group of women at the next table were blushing and whispering, debating whether to ask

for his number.