Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200 How Bold of Him to Pursue Joseph’s Woman 

“Do you know her?” Ellie asked. 

“Chloe used to work at Baxon, and I had always desired a taste of her,” Maurice said. 

This caused Ellie to pause in surprise. She had never expected Chloe to have worked for Baxon, and it seemed to her that Maurice held a strong interest in her. “Find a way to arrange a meeting with her quickly. I don’t care what you do, but I need a few photos as evidence,” she said. 

Maurice replied, “Arranging a meeting with Chloe won’t be easy. She’s wary of me.” 

“You want me to help you?” Ellie questioned. 

“Let’s not frame it as helping or not helping. If you help me, you’ll benefit too.” 

Ellie contemplated for a brief moment, her mind filled with vivid images of a future where Chloe’s reputation was completely destroyed, leaving her unable to pose any competition. A wave of pleasure surged through Ellie, engulfing her with a sense of satisfaction. 

“All right then, but it’ll cost you more,” Elie agreed. 

* 

Since the day Xavia appeared at Fairlight, several days passed without her reemerging. The Johnsons seemed to have 

vanished from Chloe’s life as well. Life settled into a tranquil rhythm as if turning over a new leaf. Yet, an unsettling feeling lingered within Chloe. 

Xavia would not simply appear before her without reason, just as she would not genuinely withdraw from Joseph’s life for no apparent cause. Even if Chloe tried to overlook Xavia’s peculiar behavior and believe her words, she could not help but 

question why Xavia had not stayed away in the first place. What purpose lay behind her actions? 

In addition, it had been more than a month since the Johnsons had stirred up trouble. They had come close to achieving their desired outcomes on two occasions, only to have Chloe thwart their plans. If they were willing to show reason and accept responsibility for their actions, opting for a peaceful resolution, it would undoubtedly be a favorable outcome. 

However, given Ava’s cunning and treacherous nature, Chloe could not believe she would endure the humiliation of being showered with rotten eggs. Was it possible that Ava was brewing something behind her back again? 

Sitting in the VIP seat, Joseph glanced below the stage. 

Whether it was deliberate or unintentional, Chloe fell precisely within his line of sight. She had her eyes cast down, lost in her thoughts. 

Today was the outdoor launch event for Fairlight’s new project. The gentle breeze tousled Chloe’s hair, and a few strands floated in the air. She had opted for light and natural makeup today, and her sky–blue round–collar short dress accentuated her delicate and charming appearance. 

She furrowed her brows at times, then relaxed them. She shook her head, then nodded slightly, clearly lost in a daydream. She did not even notice when her pen fell from her hand, and it was a male colleague sitting beside her who 

helped her pick it up. 

When he returned her pen, his fingertips grazed her hand, and intentionally, he grasped her palm, as if examining her hand lines or engaging in palmistry. Chloe listened intently, while Joseph’s expression darkened. 

His thin lips parted, and he uttered her name, “Chloe.” 

The product manager came to an abrupt stop. He humbly looked at him, awaiting further instructions. Amid the crowd, Chloe was bewildered as she looked toward Joseph, pointing to herself with her finger. ‘Was he calling me?‘ 

“Don’t drift off,” he responded. 

He did not lower his voice and it possessed a magnetic chill, carrying an undeniable aura of intimidation that sent a chill down everyone’s spine. Suddenly, everyone in the room became hyper focused, devoting themselves wholeheartedly to their work. Whether in school or at work, being called out on the spot was always the most embarrassing situation. 

Fortunately, Chloe had developed the resilience to handle such moments. While she wore an expression of embarrassment on her face, her response remained calm, “Yes, Mr. Joseph.” Her ability to remain unruffled by praise or humiliation earned her admiration from the male colleague who had been reading her palm. 

“Based on your palm lines, you’re a woman destined for greatness!” he exclaimed. 

“You’re giving me too much credit,” Chloe replied modestly. 

Enthralled by Chloe’s radiant beauty and joyful demeanor, the male colleague could not resist the urge to ask her for her