Chapter 320 A Foreboding Sense of Dread.
Chloe gently pushed open the door and entered the study. Joseph remained with his back. turned, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. His handsome face was dark and brooding, fueled by his intense frustration over the Whitman Group’s recent months of losses. He had an irresistible urge to grab Jonathan and give him a good beating.
He picked up his phone and called Jonathan, his voice carrying an obvious tone of frustration. Terminate all the projects you invested in last quarter immediately. Also, I want you to voluntarily step down from the board of directors. Focus on your role as the administrative. director and refrain from meddling in any senior-level projects.”
Chloe’s heart skipped a beat. She could not help but wonder just how much damage Jonathan. had caused the Whitman Group to provoke such anger from someone as influential and formidable as Joseph. The extent of the losses must have been significant for Joseph to be seething with such frustration.
“No! You can’t do this to me, Joe! As a Whitman, it’s only natural for me to be on the board unless Grandpa says otherwise!” Jonathan protested.
Joseph sneered, “Just wait for the notice.”
Without waiting for Jonathan to spew any more nonsense, Joseph promptly ended the call, unwilling to listen to any further explanation from the other end. After all the talking, he felt at bit thirsty and turned around to reach for a glass of water on the coffee table.
Chloe noticed his action and handed it to him.
He looked up, and their gaze met.
Chloe stood there, radiating with beauty. She donned a knee-length dress in a serene shade of sky blue, enhancing her appearance with a subtle touch of makeup. Her delicate features exuded an aura of grace, gentleness, and refinement, captivating all those who laid eyes upon.
her.
She met Joseph’s deep, enigmatic gaze, her eyes shimmering. “Patrick hurt his back, so he told me to bring this to you.”
“Did Grandpa say anything to you?” he asked.
“No… He didn’t say anything.”
“Hmm? Really?” Joseph raised his eyebrows.
“Grandpa told me to live my own life, and that I shouldn’t care about how others think of me.”
She chose not to tell Joseph everything that Harold told her.
Joseph furrowed his brow slightly and said, “Don’t listen to him.”
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Chloe refused to back down. “Then I guess I shouldn’t listen to you either.”
A malicious smirk tugged at Joseph’s thin lips. “Well, let’s see.”
“What do you really want?” Chloe stared at him incredulously.
“Nothing. Since Grandpa loves you so much, you should stay and continue to be his granddaughter-in-law.”
Joseph believed he had made his intentions clear and had given her enough reputation. He had made numerous concessions on her behalf. This was her final opportunity, and if she failed to seize it, the consequences would be solely her responsibility.
Chloe could not believe what she had heard as she stared at him. “Am I some kind of object? Just because Grandpa likes me, I’m supposed to stay and be your wife? Joseph, you have a lot of nerve!”
“Watch your words when you’re talking to me!” Joseph rose to his feet, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, his countenance cold and merciless.
Chloe immediately covered her mouth, realizing her mistake. This was his territory, and she should not have been so reckless.
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