The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1165

Chapter 1165 

Chloe grabbed his arm tightly, not letting him have a chance to shoot. 

And how could Wendy not know Chloe’s worries, a cold smile slipped onto her face. “What’s the rush? Are you afraid I’m telling the truth?!” 

Chloe clenched her lips shut, and after a long time, she looked at her coldly. “Isn’t it time for you to get lost?” 

Just as she finished speaking, two bodyguards walked up to Wendy 

“What are you doing?!” 

The bodyguards lifted Wendy up directly, “Sorry, Ms. Alonso, we need to take you to the hospital for a check–up.” 

“I can walk by myself! Let go of mel 

“No, you can’t right now!” 

Wendy was almost choked by a cough. 

Presley watched Wendy being carried off forcefully and then coughed violently. “All of you, back to the house with me!” 

His gaze swept over Damon, Chloe, and Stanley, and then he left in a huff. 

As everyone left, Rhys, who was the last to stay, couldn’t help but shake his head in admiration while watching their retreating figures. His eyes were filled with excitement and fervor “This Ms. Chloe is really amazing! Ms. Wendy I want to know, what’s the relationship between her and Damon?” 

Robin’s expression darkened slightly. Upon hearing Rhys‘ words, he turned his head and gave a faint smile, saying, “Nothing special.” 

Rhys‘ eyes lit up again, “Then which family’s daughter is she?!” 

Robin regained his usual smile and looked at Rhys, saying, “What does Mr. Rhys plan to do?” 

“I like her! I want to marry her! I want her to be my wife!” 

Robin chuckled, his voice growing somber, “Considering her background, becoming your wife would be a step up for her.” 

Rhys shook his head, looking at Robin disapprovingly, “No, no, no, she’s incredibly talented, absolutely wonderful; she’s more than deserving of being my wife.” 

The atmosphere in the Harper family’s living room was extremely tense. 

Presley sat in the main seat, his expression cold and stern. He kept silent for a long time before turning his gaze to Damon. “Did you find out who those people were today?” “Still investigating.” 

Presley sneered, “Were those people after me?” 

Damon kept his lips tightly closed, his face expressionless, and simply responded, “Still investigating.” 

“What do you think?” Presley suddenly turned his gaze to Chloe, who was caught off guard at being singled out, yet her expression remained calm. 

“I’m not sure, they may have been after me.” 

Presley chuckled twice, glancing at Damon, “You’re investigating? Investigating what? Who suddenly wants your wife dead?” 

Damon’s face instantly darkened. “We’re not sure they were after her.” 

“The first bullet was clearly aimed at me. If the first shot was a coincidence, the following bursts of fire clearly had no specific target. However, when she was standing in front of me, the previously aimless bullets almost all headed in our direction. If they really wanted me dead, I wouldn’t be sitting here now!” 

The living room fell silent for a moment, even though the situation was chaotic at the time, the Harper family wasn’t completely off guard. But the details and the targeted bullets forced them to accept Presley’s words. 

Because they agreed, they remained silent. 

Chloe also completely agreed with Presley’s view. “But I don’t know who hates me so much that they want to kill me.” 

She can imagine people she had argued with in the past hating her to the extreme, but they didn’t have the energy or money to hire a hit on her. Besides, after she did something hateful, she would naturally pay some attention to those people’s actions and intentions. So she was very sure that if today’s hit was really aimed at her, it was definitely not someone she had argued with before. 

But who was it? She couldn’t figure it out. 

“They aren’t fools. Since they secretly hired someone to kill you, how could they be so stupid as to reveal their identity?” 

Presley saw her struggling as the victim and couldn’t help but give her a not quite a rebuke. Then he turned his gaze to Stanley, who had been sitting quietly by his side. “Stanley, do you have anything to say?” 

Stanley frowned and impatiently replied from his spot on the couch, “I’m not a god, who am I supposed to ask?!”