Chapter 369: Angry Mrs. Hoyle

"You're impudent.” Mrs. Hoyle was trembling with anger. This woman told her to bow her head,

which was simply imperious. No matter how good her temper was, she couldn't bear such

humiliation.

“I'm impudent?” Chloe Malan snickered and blocked her coming slap, fiercely squeezing her wrist.

She wished to break the arrogant hand. "Old witch, I'm telling you, I won't be kind to you like Olive

Steele, who will say good things for in front of Alan Hoyle after you've done so many vicious and

evil things to her. But, I really need to thank you. At first, I'm not interested in your alluring son, but

now I've changed my mind. Since your son is relentlessly chasing me, and not want to get married

because of me, I'll grant his wish. Say, will you son obediently listen to you and marry a suitable

wealthy princess, or will he elope with me under my instigation like his brother?”

“I dare you!" Mrs. Hoyle's lips trembled with anger. When did anyone dare to talk to her like this?

Anyone who met her would show some courtesy, like Olive Steele who feared her a bit. But this

woman was so bold with her nails were stuck into her wrist.

Chloe Malan sneered and arrogantly said, “If people don't offend me, I won't offend them; if people

offend me, I will offend them—that's my purpose. Don't think I'm afraid you because you're

superior to me. You don't need to use the trick you used at Olive Steele at me. You think that my

parents and family are my weakness, so you can use them to threaten me. Since they treat me as

nothing, betray me for money, why should I treat them as something? So, before I come to see Mrs.

Hoyle, I have asked a friend, who works in the newspaper, to issue a statement that I have broken

off with the Malan family. You have a lot of money, you can give them a little more. But, next time,

even if you give them 100 million, it has nothing to do with me.”

Cut ties? Mrs. Hoyle was startled. She shook off the restraint in her hand with disdain, “I've never

expected you to be such a heartless person. For your purpose, you even abandon your parents who

have given birth to you. Maybe one day, when you meet a man who is better than Aoba, you will

step on him, treating him as a stepping stone.”

Chloe Malan raised her eyebrows, “Old witch, it's really hard for you to give a lot of thought on this.

I really don’t know if your son can appreciate your motherly heart, then he wakes up to realize that

the woman he likes is a heartless, not recognizing her family, and vicious woman.”

Mrs. Hoyle scoffed, “Do you think my son really likes you? Yes, I admit that Alan is infatuated, but

Aoba is sentimental. A sentimental man loves this today, and loves that tomorrow. And don’t know

who the day after tomorrow. Mrs. Malan, you actually are just an exotic delicacies that he will throw

away after he gets bored. Do you think you're really that important to him?”

"Old witch, thank you for your kind reminder. As for important or not, let's just wait and see. But, I

would like to ask you a question. What you said just now is to praise your son's charm or to mock

that the Hoyle's raising method is bad?” Chloe Malan laughed at her, her face was full of sarcasm.

"You..." Knowing that she had pursed a new course to curse, Mrs. Hoyle was speechless as she

couldn't respond. Her breath was caught.

She kept calling her old witch this, old witch that that it irritated her until making her chest felt tight

and painful.

“Say no more, old witch. Today, let me say this—I want your son,” Chloe Malan vowed with an

imposing manner, walking away fearlessly and energetically. Just as soon as she reached the door,

she heard a back behind her. She looked back and saw Mrs. Hoyle had fallen, holding her chest as if

she was in pain. Chloe Malan snorted in disdain, “Stop faking. Petty trick. Your son can't see it, or do

you want me to make a phone call for you?”

Bruce Lynn's mother had ever used this trick. Didn't the old witch just see that there were two

onlookers at the door? If she wanted to take advantage of the fire, she didn't need to waste her

breath. If she was afraid, she wouldn't be here today.

“She seems to have really fainted,” someone whispered at the door.

“You better check on her. It will be bad if something really happens,” another one persuaded.

Seeing the old woman lying motionless on the floor, Chloe Malan hesitated for a moment. In the

moment of her hesitation, Olive Steele had appeared at the end of the corridor and was walking in

hurry.

It turned out that as soon as Chloe Malan turned up in Angel Hotel, especially when she rushed into

Mrs. Hoyle's room furiously, someone immediately reported it to Ted Dulles. Ted Dulles knew Chloe

Malan and Olive Steele close relationship, and smelled something fishy. Out of safety consideration,

he immediately informed Olive Steele.

Olive Steele had a faint speculation in her mind. Knowing Aoba Hoyle's pursuit of Chloe Malan, it

was most likely that Mrs. Hoyle had embarrassed Chloe Malan. Otherwise, there was no way Chloe

Malan would initiatively come to provoke Mrs. Hoyle. She knew Chloe Malan’s personality well. The

moment she was provoked, she wouldn't care a thing. Fearing that the matters would become more

strained, so she rushed over without stopping.

Although she had been mentally prepared since earlier that it was expected the place might be a

messy battlefield, she couldn't help being surprised as her eyes fell, seeing Mrs. Hoyle lying on the

floor on top of banknotes. “Oh my God!"

Chloe Malan watched her quickly and carefully lift up Mrs. Hoyle. She pat her face and pinched her

philtrum. Then called 120 to be at the hospital entrance. Now she was a little flustered. Even though

she extremely hated the old witch, in a matter of life and death, she wasn't that vicious wanting her

to die.

In the midst of chaos, Ted Dulles helped putting in Mrs. Hoyle inside the car. Then Olive Steele put

down the window and hurriedly ordered him to deal with the aftermath. Chloe Malan had followed

to get in the car.

Olive Steele, who usually drove extremely cautious and always put speed within a safe range, had

drove at high speed in this moment and drove straight to hospital, not forgetting to ask Chloe

Malan to call the two Hoyle brothers.

At this time, it wasn't off work time and the road conditions should be good. But for some reason,

when the car was crossing the river bridge, the speed was getting slower and slower, and finally it

could only move bit by bit. Until it couldn't move, the bridge was already impenetrable. The car was

completely trapped

For a moment, they couldn’t move forward and couldn't retreat.

Chloe Malan anxiously poked her head out of the window. It was a long queue at the front and

back. “What should we do now?"

The old witch seemed to be in a very bad state, as if she had been in shock. She didn't know if she

was really fainted because she was way too furious, or she had a hidden illness.

Chloe Malan didn't know that Mrs. Hoyle had undergone heart-exchange surgery, but Olive Steele

knew that although the operation was successful, her body was different from other normal people.

And there were a lot of big and minor illness in her body. If she was careless, the consequences

were very serious. She had to send her to the hospital as soon as possible.

But looking at the battle ahead, even if there was a traffic police in command at this moment, it

wouldn't be clear for a while. But looking back at Mrs. Hoyle's appearance, she couldn't wait.

After thinking about it for a moment, she gritted her teeth. She got out of the car and opened the

door at the back. “I'll carry her to get off the bridge. You can stop a ride on Xiangzhang Road.”

Aside from this, she couldn't think of a better way.

“I should be the one carry her.” Chloe Malan felt that the trouble was caused by her, so she should

be the one who did the hard work.

“Enough. Now go.” Olive Steele shrugged on Mrs. Hoyle's butt, so that she could carry her more

securely. She couldn't waste more time as she was determined to carry Mrs. Hoyle and stepping

forward.

Mrs. Hoyle didn't look fat, but she wasn't light when she was on Olive's back. Olive Steele was

struggling at carrying her. It was like her heels were stepping on a balance board.