Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love

Chapter 825 It Shattered His Dream

The girl followed the club owner's instructions and sat next to Joseph. She was both excited and scared. After all, the man before her was Joseph Whitman, the unrivaled figure in Docwood's business world. If she could please him, her status would undoubtedly rise. She might not be able to marry him, but becoming his kept woman was always an option.

"Let's drink, Mr. Joseph," the girl said as she leaned into Joseph.

Joseph looked up, his icy gaze falling on her face like a blade. But suddenly, he looked stunned, and his gaze lingered on her for a few moments.

The girl felt a rush of excitement and said, "Mr. Joseph, my name’s Guinevere. You can just call me Gwen."

Joseph opened his mouth and said, "Get lost."

Guinevere was taken aback. She rested her wine glass on the table and asked, "Did I do something wrong? Please tell me. I can change."

"You made a mistake the moment you said such disgusting words with that face," Joseph said, his face dark, "You're not emulating her. You're insulting her."

Chloe had never once made such servile expressions. She was playful and lively, like a mischievous little elf. She would never behave so vulgarly.

Frightened, Guinevere’s fingers trembled, sending her wineglass clattering to the floor and its contents onto Joseph's trousers.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Joseph's brows furrowed and he hissed menacingly, "Are you going to leave voluntarily, or do you want me to personally throw you out?"

Guinevere was on the verge of tears. "I-I'll leave. No need to trouble yourself."

When the club owner told her that she had been chosen to entertain Joseph, she thought her life would change. But judging from the situation, she should just be grateful that he was not personally tossing her out of the room.

The other hostesses were paralyzed by this scene. Gabriel found this unamusing and asked everyone to leave. The girls were relieved and quickly rushed out of the room.

"Tsk, was there a need to be so fierce?" Gabriel asked.

Without looking at him, Joseph said, "You get lost too."

"What? But you’re the one who invited us out for drinks."

Samuel sighed. "If you like her, just chase her. After all, she's not married yet."

Joseph downed the contents of his glass and closed his eyes. "She’ll never forgive me."

He hoped more than anyone that he and Chloe could mend their relationship, but after hearing her disdain for him, her aversion toward him, and even her regret at ever getting to know him firsthand this afternoon, his fragile hopes had shattered. Though he knew Noah was evil, he could not force her to be with him.

Joseph was afraid of repeating the tragedy from five years ago.

"Chloe actually forgave Noah? It's really strange," Samuel mused. Being a skilled lawyer, he found this whole thing off. "Wasn't she about to investigate the matter of her child thoroughly? Why would

she suddenly give up just because Noah confessed to her?

“Even if we assume that Noah really confessed and that the child is dead, with her strong feeling for her kid, it's impossible for her to be as calm as you're describing. At this moment, whether the child is still alive or not is unknown, and she wouldn’t have cut off contact with you since Vanya is being kept at your place."

Listening to Samuel’s analysis, Joseph's mind, which had been in a state of chaos all afternoon, felt like it had been struck by lightning. The piercing words from Chloe earlier had hit him so hard that he had overlooked the details he should have paid attention to. Upon reflection, he realized that Chloe's tone and attitude while talking to Noah this afternoon had been different. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

As Samuel continued to ponder, Joseph abruptly stood up. With his tall stature, he exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression as he stood there silently.