Joseph calmed down and pushed the bowl of salad back to her.
Chloe said, "I'm full."
He raised his brows. "Do you want to go to bed or take a walk?"
"It's past ten. By the time we wash up, it'll be almost midnight. Let's just go to bed. That way, we can wake up early and do something fun tomorrow.”
"Hmm."
The cobblestones on the path gleamed in the moonlight. Under the streetlamp, their shadows stretched out.
"By the way, Aunt Tavia came with Xavia. Did you know?" Chloe suddenly remembered and filled him in.
Annoyed, Joseph knitted his brows. "I'll make them leave now."
But Chloe was not up for a confrontation. "Isn't it too late now? Let's deal with it tomorrow."
"Fine, tomorrow it is." He did not want to spoil his mood either.
They walked a bit more and entered the hotel.
Xavia emerged from a corner of the cobblestone path behind them. Her charming face twisted with spite as she clenched her fists. She had thought Chloe was kind, but turned out she was a hypocrite, complaining about her and trying to influence Joseph.
After standing there lost in thought for a while, Xavia felt she might be driven away the next day. She could not stop such an incident, and at the moment, Octavia had no power to resist Joseph. As her gaze darted around, an idea suddenly sparked in her mind. Octavia once mentioned that Harold usually went out and met his friends every Friday.
She called Vanya and told the latter her plan. She had ways to approach Joseph, and she was going to make the Whitmans respect her with this plan. She assumed Vanya would ask permission from S, but surprisingly, she agreed to it right away.
Xavia was confused. "Don't you have to ask for permission?"
Vanya replied, "No, Harold's been keeping you out of the Whitman family. We might as well get rid of him. He just causes problems."
Xavia asked fiercely, "You think so too?"
"Mm-hm, but we need to plan this well. It won’t be simple."
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