Bogus Billionaire novel (Caroline and Kirk) novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339 A Mystery Man Called S 

Xavia meticulously reported in detail what had happened at Fairlight earlier this morning to the 

person saved as “S” in her phone. 1 

S [You did well. Be careful not to expose anything and immediately cut off contact with Eustace.] 

Xavia: [I don’t think Eustace will agree to a break up so easily. Also, what should we do if we have 

to do the amniocentesis?] 

S: [Don’t worry. When the fetus reaches four months, I’ll give you instructions. As for Eustace, now 

that he’s no longer useful, find a way to get rid of him.] 

Xavia knew the meaning behind the word “get rid,” and fear flashed across her face. 

Chloe immersed herself wholeheartedly in her work, keeping busy to avoid being overwhelmed 

by chaotic emotions. She even turned down Emily’s invitation to have a meal together. 

Emily decided to go to the mall instead and got a serving of Chloe’s favorite crab cakes before 

heading to the Johnson Group. 

“Don’t overwork yourself. If you need rest, take a break. You look exhausted,” Emily advised 

Chloe furrowed her brow and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Try not sleeping for a whole night. 

You’d be tired too.” 

“Then why don’t you sleep? Have you been thinking about that scumbag? Let me tell you, no 

matter how many skincare products you use, nothing beats getting enough sleep. Take that 

female tyrant in my company for example. She’s not even in her forties, but her skin looks like 

that of a sixty–year–old-” 

“I think Joseph and Xavia will be getting married soon. Joseph and I have no ties anymore, so let’s 

not mention him again,” Chloe interrupted, stating the facts. 

The footsteps that stopped abruptly yesterday served as proof. Joseph had made his decision at 

that moment. 

Emily fell silent, staring at her best friend, who seemed outwardly calm but harbored immense 

sorrow and desolation in her eyes. 

I’m sorry, Chloe. I’m so sorry… If only I had accurately pointed out Icarus to you at the bar, you 

wouldn’t have come on to the wrong person and none of these would’ve happened. 

+15 BONOS 

The recurring cycle of offering a sincere heart, only to be met with disappointment each time, was 

a sensation Emily understood all too well. The pain it caused was overwhelming. 

“It’s all in the past. Maybe I have a knack for attracting scumbags. But hey, I can always become a 

wealthy woman and keep a younger lover.” Chloe smiled. “Being by his side has brought me quite 

a few benefits. I can’t say I got nothing.” 

Without Joseph’s aid, she would have never been able to confront her father or secure the crucial 

deal with the Grahams. The substantial wealth she had acquired during her tenure at Fairlight 

was also a direct result of his guidance. She was well aware that without Joseph’s aid, she would 

not have accomplished any of these feats. Thus, it was not an entirely futile endeavor, right? 

Emily could see past the forced smile, sensing the underlying turmoil within her friend. This only 

deepened her sense of guilt. When she was threatened by her ex–boyfriend with those indecent 

photos, it was Chloe who helped her resolve the situation and even settled the score with Ava. 

This time, she was determined to stand up for her best friend! 

The following morning, Lucas parked the car in the underground garage at Fairlight. Unbuckling 

his seatbelt, he turned to Joseph in the backseat and said, “Sir, I’m going to go buy breakfast. 

Please give me five minutes.” 

The black circles under Joseph’s eyes were even more prominent today. His handsome face 

showed signs of exhaustion, and he simply nodded. “Mm–hm.” 

Shortly after Lucas left, Emily appeared, holding a black plastic bag. She walked up to the car and tapped on the window. When Joseph looked up and saw her, his eyebrows lifted in surprise. 

“Good morning, Mr. Joseph. Can you roll down the window, please? I have something to tell you,” 

she said, raising a smile that seemed quite fake. 

Joseph remained unmoved, staring coldly at the bag in her hand. “What’s inside?” 

It smelled even worse than the shit Toto put out. 

Emily hesitated, not expecting him to be so cautious. Trying a gentle approach, she said, “They’re my sanitary pads. Supermarkets always pack them in black bags for women. Please roll down the window. I really do have something to tell you.”