Chapter 489

Chapter 489 Cyrus Sinclair

Chloe belatedly realized what he meant, her pretty face going a little pink. What was with this man? His

mind was always in the gutter.

Of course, Joseph was just messing with her. He was not so desperate as to get frisky in broad

daylight.

With the weather getting cooler, Chloe picked out long sleepwear, the soft cotton fabric loosely draping

her delicate figure. The loose fit hid her pregnancy well, and she rarely experienced morning sickness.

During her showers, her baby bump was noticeable, but once she got dressed, it was completely

hidden. She looked just like any regular person. Even now, lying in the same bed as Joseph, there was

no way anyone could tell her secret.

Joseph was not accustomed to taking afternoon naps, but the woman cuddled up next to him smelled

so good and felt so soft-like a natural sleep aid. Before he knew it, he drifted to dreamland.

Out in the yard, Patrick was giving orders to the house helpers. “Mr. Harold’s meds are running low. Go

find Dr. Spencer at the hospital on Monday and get a refill.”

“Yes, sir,” the helper affirmed, sneaking a peek at Xavia who was still standing around.

Patrick noticed her and said in an annoyed tone, “What is this? Didn’t anyone call a cab for Ms. Xavia?”

Without giving Xavia a chance to say anything, he went on, “I apologize for the delay. It isn’t easy to

catch a cab out here. I forgot because I was busy with other matters. The helpers probably didn’t notice

either. I’ll get someone to drive

you.”

Xavia had not even considered leaving, but since Patrick brought it up, she could not possibly stay.

Reluctantly, she nodded and replied, “Thank you.”

Patrick called on the driver and watched as Xavia left through the main gate, his hands behind his back

and a look of disdain on his face. “This woman has got some nerve. If I hadn’t said anything, she

would’ve lingered around forever!’

In the car, Xavia watched Patrick through the rearview mirror, a cunning glint in her eyes.

Monday, meds, refill…’

She had glimpsed a chance to mess with the old man and his medication.

epii was jolted awake by his phone ringing in the afternoon. He rubbed his forehead, anced at the

woman sleeping beside him, and quietly got out of bed, taking his phone with

him as he left the room.

“Sir, we found an important lead.”

“Go on.”

“The mastermind behind Duskfall is as you suspected. It’s Cyrus Sinclair.”

Joseph’s body trembled violently as a surge of memories, long suppressed deep within him, came

rushing back. The image of his father’s death flashed in his mind.

“Sir, are you listening? We also discovered that Briarlake’s CEO always has the last name Sinclair.’

Could they be related?”

The word “Sinclair” echoed in Joseph’s ears, mixing with his darkest nightmares. His eyes turned a

deep, ominous red, and in a fit of rage, he hurled his phone.

Crash!

The phone shattered into fragments upon impact.

Chloe rubbed her eyes and came out of the room, perplexed by the sight of the shattered phone on the

floor. “What happened?”

Joseph quickly turned away, not wanting to scare her. “I dropped it. I’ll get someone to clean it up.”

Chloe watched as he walked away, her face filled with bewilderment, unaware of what had just

occurred.

Joseph reached the first floor and bumped right into Harold. The older man wore a grave expression.

“Did you send someone to investigate the Sinclairs again?”

Joseph neither confirmed nor denied it.

“Leave them be. The past is the past. He just can’t stand to see us doing well.

“He had Chloe kidnapped, and now he’s after you. How could I let that slide?” Joseph said in a low

growl as he seethed with anger.