Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love novel Chapter 580

Raising his eyebrows, Joseph's magnetic voice took on a chilling tone. "What are you trying to say?"

"Haha!" Otto laughed, his voice cold and grating to the ear. "Nothing much. It’s just a friendly reminder. Earlier today, I happened to overhear a man who went to see your wife saying, 'Let's prepare some new clothes for our child.' The word 'our' is quite interesting, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Joseph hung up the phone without hesitation. He turned his gaze toward the trash bin at the company's entrance, and his face sank. After not hearing his footsteps for some time, Chloe paused and turned around, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

The man stood bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun. His nose was high and prominent, his gaze held a deep intensity, and his thin lips were tightly pressed together. From a side view, he exuded an air of indifference and aloofness.

"What's the matter?" Chloe asked.

Was throwing away the gift from Icarus not satisfying enough? Did he need to watch it a few more times?

Finally, Joseph shifted his gaze, and it landed on Chloe. Backlit by the sun, his expression remained unreadable. "When was the last time you met with Icarus?"

Chloe tilted her head and pondered for a moment. She said, "About four or five months ago. Why do you ask?"

Joseph fell silent for a few seconds, then walked toward her. "It's nothing. Let's go. What would you like to eat tonight? I'll have the chef prepare it."

"Let's have salmon," Chloe replied.

"Okay."

On the way back, Chloe insisted on driving to practice her skills. At a traffic intersection, a young man with blonde hair in a convertible car flipped his middle finger to Joseph. "Hey, boy toy!"

Joseph's face sank. "What did you say?"

"I said you're a boy toy!" The young man sneered before turning his gaze toward Chloe and saying in a friendlier tone, "Lady, I advise you not to support him anymore. He looks like a cunning fox who will exploit your money and harm you."

Chloe could not help but burst into laughter. "Why do you say he's a boy toy?"

"Come on. You're a wealthy lady. How else could you afford such an expensive car?" The young man casually pulled up a photo from the internet. "Look. Photos of you and your car were posted online. There's only one car like this in the country, and if he's not a boy toy, why is he sitting in the passenger seat? Real men should be driving, not relying on women. He disgusts me!"