The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 2115

Azriel wasn't accustomed to seeing her this incensed. He could only attribute her fury to the recent developments with the Alonso family.

Dragging her to the couch, Azriel asked nonchalantly, "So, you're going to the business dinner?"

"You knew about Wendy throwing a business dinner?"

Azriel kept his composure, "With your sister making such a scene, it's hard for it to go unnoticed."

Phoebe snorted, "Looks like the Alonso's luck is finally running out. And just as they're about to go under, some old geezer pops up out of nowhere and hands them a fortune."

Azriel raised an eyebrow, "Old geezer?"d2

"That's 30 billion bucks. Who has that kind of money unless they're as old as Methuselah?"

Azriel remained silent.

"Is this person blind or just plain stupid? Anybody with half a brain wouldn't make such a foolhardy investment."

Azriel pursed his lips, "You're not the only one who sees it, Phoebe. Whoever forked over that 30 billion must see something we don't."

"I can't fathom why he'd throw a wrench in the works now."

Azriel decided to steer the conversation elsewhere.

*

The business dinner was a grand affair.

Phoebe arrived in full regalia. She caught Wendy's resentful gaze from her wheelchair and felt a twinge of satisfaction. Despite Wendy's scheming to have it all, she ended up ruining herself and gaining nothing.

So what if Wendy had secured that hefty investment? Phoebe still held the shares they'd been eyeing for years.

Even if the Alonso family survived this turmoil, Wendy had no skill to maintain control over those shares; Phoebe would sell them instead.

But Phoebe couldn't have guessed that—

After she stood alone, confronting Wendy and Cole under the watchful eyes of the crowd, nearly catching a slap from her father, she found that the mysterious investor pouring 30 billion into the Alonso family was Azriel himself.

No one could fathom her shock and rage. She couldn't accept it. He knew she despised the idea of the Alonso family's resurgence more than anyone.

"So, you're that old geezer! Why didn't I just poison you with instant noodles from the get-go?!"

Enraged and fighting back tears, she bit down hard on Azriel's hand.

The crowd was baffled by Phoebe's seemingly unprovoked desire to see the Alonso family's downfall.

Cole and Wendy had particularly sour expressions.

After shooting Azriel a fierce glare, Phoebe turned to leave but found herself suddenly pulled into Azriel's embrace.

The onlookers were clueless.

Phoebe's face buried in his chest, her nose aching and tears falling. "What are you doing?!" Had he dressed her up just to make her the butt of everyone's jokes?

Azriel's hand snaked behind her slender neck, forcing her to look at him. "You crying?" he asked, his smile warm and his voice soft yet clearly doting.

He raised the hand she had bitten, now bearing the clear imprint of her teeth, and said, "Old wounds unhealed, and here's a fresh one. Where do you think you're running off to?"

"That's what you deserve."

"Should I press charges for assault?"

Phoebe's eyes widened in disbelief. Getting arrested in full view of the Alonso family would be the ultimate humiliation.

As Phoebe reluctantly calmed down, Azriel's lips curled into a smirk. He slid his hand down to her waist, pulling her closer in a gesture both intimate and suggestive.

Phoebe, unaccustomed to such public displays of affection, blushed as red as a ripe chili pepper.

Azriel whispered in her ear, his voice a deep, velvety murmur, "Behave, and we'll settle this at home." His warm breath on her ear made her shrink away, but she couldn't escape his hold.

He noticed her ear turn an even deeper shade of red, and Azriel's brows twitched with amusement. His affectionate gesture and teasing words left no doubt about the unusual nature of their relationship.

Azriel's atypical display of affection began to soothe Phoebe's embarrassment, allowing her thoughts to clear. Could it be that there was a reason for his actions?

His investment had earned him a 30% stake in the Alonso family business. Combining that with her shares, he would be the majority shareholder. So, was he actually helping her?

Angie had warned her to be wary of this man's intentions. Was he after her shares?

Her heart skipped a beat, then she forcefully suppressed the thought. Better him than Wendy anyway.

Once they were seated, the Alonso family couldn't take their eyes off Azriel and Phoebe. Their overtly apparent thoughts barely concealed.

Glancing at the pensive woman beside him, Azriel chuckled softly, "Your father, stepmother, and sister seem a bit too interested in me. Any idea what's on their minds?"

Phoebe looked over, catching their eager stares. Disgusted, she looked away, turning her attention to Chloe sitting nearby. "Chloe."

Chloe rested her arm on the armrest closest to Phoebe, examining her slightly long nails, and began to speak softly.

"You know your sister's character all too well. Her main concern now was the company, aside from making my life difficult. The shares she held were minimal, and she couldn't get her hands on your shares for the time being, but Mr. Azriel had a solid thirty percent."

Phoebe's brow almost furrowed into a pimple. "She's eyeing Azriel's shares?"

"What else? How do you think she's going to cement her place in the Alonso family empire?"

"But what do his shares have to do with her? Why would she covet them?"

Chloe's lips curled up slightly, "They have nothing to do with her, but everything to do with you."

Phoebe froze. "With me? How?"

Chloe sighed softly as she watched the investment numbers climbing on the screen. "His actions tonight weren't unrelated to you, dear."

Phoebe blinked, and within two seconds, her cheeks flared with indignant rage. "She's utterly shameless."

Chloe chuckled quietly, "Shameless people often think alike."

Phoebe's head swam with anger, turning to Azriel, "Great, you've just invested in a wife for yourself. You're in their sights now. They'll do everything to push me onto you."

Azriel offered a half-smile and beckoned a server, "Please bring Mr. Alonso over."

Phoebe: "What are you doing?"

Azriel: "Since I'm supposedly investing in a wife, why should they go to all that trouble? Let's discuss our engagement now."

"You..." Phoebe was dumbstruck, her face a portrait of incredulous embarrassment.

"Surprised?"

Before Phoebe could retort, Cole approached, "Mr. Azriel, what can I do for you?"

Azriel nodded, getting straight to the point.

"If I said I want to marry your second daughter, what would be your conditions?"

Cole was caught off guard by the blunt proposition but felt a secret surge of joy. "Shall we talk after the banquet?"

Azriel shook his head, "After tonight, I may no longer want to marry her."

Phoebe clenched her fists.

Cole tensed, "In that case, I'll forgo the other formalities. For the wedding gift, I'll just take those thirty percent of your shares."

"Cole!!"

Before Cole could finish, Phoebe shot up from her seat, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Cole was startled by her sudden outburst. As he regained his composure, he realized all eyes in the banquet hall were on them, each expression unique.

Phoebe, pale with rage and shaking, finally managed to speak again. "Are you really my father?!"

Cole snapped, "You're out of line! Of course, I'm your father. Have you lost your mind?!"

“You're my father, and do you think his proposal was genuine? But of course, I'm worth a third of the Alonso family shares tonight, and you must be thrilled."

Everyone's gaze fell upon Cole, and he flushed with shame. "You... do you truly wish for the Alonso family's ruin?"

"Yes, no one wants the Alonso family to fall more than I do. If it weren't for the wealth and power that built the Alonso fortress, Grace wouldn't covet Mrs. Alonso's position, and my mother wouldn't have been killed by her.

“You know her death is related to her, yet you turn a blind eye. You protect the murderer who killed your wife, my mother. You're all guilty. Now, you want to sell me for shares to benefit her child. Cole, you're not my father; you have no right."

Grace paled at Phoebe's hysterical words.

"Cole! Cole!! Phoebe has lost it. She's insane!! Get her out of here!"

Phoebe's cold, venomous gaze turned to Grace. "For a rich lady's title, you became a murderer. Grace, you're the mad one. And you, Cole, after sharing a bed with a murderer for years, have you never worried she might stab you in your sleep?"

Cole shuddered, clearly chilled by her words. "You..."

"Enough." Azriel, who had been sitting beside them, suddenly spoke up and pulled Phoebe into his embrace, "Let's not make a scene now. You can explode after the party."

"Let me go! If it weren't for your meddling, the Alonso family would be history."

Azriel, now fully understanding the ferocity of this lamb he once thought meek, said, "Calm down."

With some resignation, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a lollipop, unwrapped it, and offered it to Phoebe. "Save your energy for something sweeter. Hmm?"

"Peach-flavored. Open up."