Chapter 811 If Joseph Dies, We Benefit in Every Way

Zoelle followed the indicated direction, assessing Xavia from head to toe. "So, she's his first love

but not his ex-wife?"

The mention of Joseph’s ex-wife made Chloe nervously adjust her hair. "Aren’t you curious about

the woman who managed to conquer Joseph? He was entangled with his first love for over five

years, longer than his ex-wife."

"That makes sense," Zoelle agreed, not harboring any suspicion.

"By the way, how did you manage to get in without an invitation?"

“Otto gave me an invite.”

"Otto?" Chloe's eyes widened. "Why would he give you an invitation?" Royal invitations were not

easy to come by, and these two had only met once.

Zoelle retrieved her lipstick and applied it with great allure. “You’re not the only one who needs me.

I'm in quite high demand, don’t you know?”

“What does he want from you? Did he ask you to treat someone?”

“I'm not telling you.”

Chloe let out a sigh, looking somewhat forlorn. “I thought we were close. I just wasn’t expecting you

to be so close to others as well.”

“Enough, I won’t fall for that.” Zoelle tapped her temples. Her eyes sparked, exuding an irresistible

charm. “I might’ve been interested if you were a handsome guy.”

Chloe pouted, deciding to let the matter go. If Zoelle refused to share, she would not get any

answers through pushing. However, her curiosity remained. It made sense for Otto to get involved

with Zoelle, but why was Noah also a part of this?

As the banquet came to an end, Callum took the stage again. “Those of you who are tired may

retire to your rooms which the royal family has prepared for you. The younger guests who aren't

tired can join the bonfire party.”

After speaking, a butler approached to inquire, "Mr. Joseph, you’re in Room No.1. Would you like

me to show you the way?"

"I'll be there in a bit. Please draw me a hot bath," Joseph lazily instructed.

"Yes, sir," the butler answered and led the other guests who were retiring to their rooms.

Meanwhile, Xavia stood at the entrance to the courtyard, her eyes radiating resentment. She had

once believed that she would spend her life with this man and had even been willing to raise the

child of that despicable woman with him. But after five years, Joseph told her he did not love her

and would never marry her, and thus, she came to harbor a deep hatred for Chloe. Countless times,

she had wished for Chloe to be hit and killed by a car, but fate seemed to favor this wretched

woman in unexpected ways.

The guests left the hall, albeit still engaged in conversation and laughter, clearly enjoying

themselves. Noah and Otto were the last to exit, and Chloe and Zoelle were at the forefront of the

crowd. A physical gap separated the two pairs, rendering their voices inaudible to each other.

As the crowd dispersed, Otto lowered his voice and his eyes glimmered. "Take your time to think

about it. An alliance would be advantageous for both of us. If Joseph meets his end, I can cure

myself and claim the leadership of Duskfall. You’d be eliminating potential future problems and

securing the woman of your dreams. What's not to favor in this arrangement?"

Making Joseph submit was never feasible, and Otto could acquire the antidote on his own. He

would tolerate his father for the time being, knowing that Duskfall would ultimately be under his

control. At present, the most beneficial course of action was to convince Noah to serve as an

intermediary and persuade Zoelle to provide treatment.

The tall and slender Noah, exuding an air of delicacy and perfection, gazed at Otto. His

countenance was clouded with uncertainty. But instead of an outright refusal, he said, "Let's put a

halt on this conversation for now."

"Absolutely, there's no rush." Otto paused as if struck by a sudden realization, and his mischievous

grin deepened. "I wonder if you noticed that Joseph and your fiancee departed the scene at the

same time..."

Noah's gaze instantly sharpened, muddled by the slight haze cast by the few drinks he had

consumed.

*

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a panicked cry echoed from one of the guest rooms. Amid everyone's puzzlement, the

butler who had gone to prepare Joseph’s bath burst out of the room. He stumbled out, looking as if

they had encountered something horrifying.