The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1563

Chapter 1563

Phoebe furrowed her brows, glancing over to the corner where the trio were. Indeed, as Azriel had pointed out, they were staring at him with a fervor that was nothing short of nauseating. After pondering for a bit, she could only conclude that they were up to no good, but couldn't figure out their game plan. She turned her gaze back to Chloe who was sitting next to her. "Chloe..."

Chloe, resting her arm on the armrest facing Phoebe, was looking at her slightly long nails. She started softly, "You probably know what kind of person your sister is. Right now, other than making me miserable, she's probably most interested in the company. She doesn't have many shares left, and she can't get her hands on yours in the immediate future. But Mr. Azriel, he has 30% of the company's shares."

Phoebe furrowed her brow deeper in thought. "She wants Azriel's 30%?"

"What else could solidify her position within the Alonso family?

Your shares? After the scene you just made, she won't be making moves on those anytime soon. But Mr. Azriel's shares, that's a different story."

"What does his share have to do with her? How dare she covet his shares?!"

Chloe smirked, "It has nothing to do with her, but it does have something to do with you."

Phoebe was stunned, "What does it have to do with me...."

Just then, another 30 billion was pledged. Chloe looked up at the accumulating numbers on the screen and sighed softly.

"The way Mr. Azriel presented himself alongside you in front of everyone tonight, it felt a bit subtle, you know."

Phoebe blinked, her brows knitted together in confusion. In a few seconds, her eyes caught flame with a blazing anger. "They're really shameless to the extreme."

Chloe chuckled, "Even their scheming, is more or less the same"

Phoebe was so furious, her head was spinning. She shot Azriel a glare and huffed, "Serves you right. Investing in the Alonso family again? This time, you've invested yourself a wife. They're going to try and push me onto you."

Just like the last time with Abelard. They even drugged her, forcing her into bed with that fool.

Azriel tugged at his lips, calling a waiting server over, "Please get Mr. Alonso for me."

The server replied, "Of course, please wait a moment."

Phoebe looked at him in confusion, "What are you doing?!"

Azriel replied, "Isn't it said that I'm to invest myself a wife? Why should they go through the trouble, might as well discuss our wedding with them now.

"You..." Phoebe was dumbstruck, her face flushed in a way that was almost unbelievable. What was this man on tonight?

"Does Mr. Azriel need something?" Before she could say anything, Cole had already walked over.

Azriel nodded, and got straight to the point. "If I say that I plan to marry your second daughter, do you have any conditions?"

Tears welled up in Phoebe's eyes, "You're my father?! He just said he wants to marry me because he finds me annoying tonight and wants to take me home to teach me a lesson. How does that not sound like a pervert, and you're ready to marry me off to him?!"

Cole squeezed his eyes shut, not knowing what to say.

"Right, you even made me marry a fool. Not to mention a pervert.

All to get his 30% shares for Wendy? You're really ready to sell me off?! Are you a father, or a bastard?!"

The entire banquet hall was filled with gasps. The fury in Phoebe's screams was palpable, and you could even hear the tremors in her voice. But calling your own father a bastard was indeed too much.

However, to secure 30% shares for his eldest daughter, he was ready to marry off his second daughter to a pervert without a second thought. It was indeed heartbreaking.

Having lived for so many years, when had Cole ever been publicly humiliated like this?

Betrayed by my own flesh and blood...

His face was a grim mask of fury, and he felt as if he was about to explode! "You...you ungrateful brat, how dare you speak to me like that...you...[..."

He pointed at Phoebe, trembling with rage, and finally raised his hand in a threatening manner.

"Twenty billion.”