The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330 

The place was basically a playground for the social elites, and today’s mission for Chloe was to scout for new talent for her company. It was hard for students to fit into such a scene, hence it was difficult to find fresh faces at the venue. So, Chloe was wandering around, planning to make a backdoor exit. 

As she passed a corridor patio, she faintly heard a familiar voice. She didn’t pay much attention, but suddenly her name was mentioned. 

She squinted, stood still, and listened quietly as the two people finished their conversation. After a moment of contemplation, a cold smirk flashed across her face, and she left. 

In the dim light, she walked along a tree–lined path, crossed a bridge, and climbed a few small hills. 

It felt like a large park, filled with winding paths and lush greenery everywhere. 

At first, she bumped into a few students on the way. But later, as the light dimmed, the people around her became scarcer 

However, a faint scent of peach blossom wafted over to her. 

Unconsciously, she followed the fragrance for a while, and the scent grew stronger. Soon, she found herself in a peach orchard. 

Every few meters in the orchard, there was a ground lamp, casting beautiful light on the peach blossoms. 

Chloe couldn’t help but admire the view. Just as she was about to step into the orchard for a closer look, a deep voice echoed out. 

Is there anything you need, miss?” 

Chloe stopped in her tracks, spotting a figure sitting in the middle of the orchard. 

She pushed open the wooden gate, glanced at the person who didn’t stop her, and stepped in. 

“Sorry, I was attracted by the scent of the flowers.” 

It wasn’t until she got closer that she realized the figure sitting on the peach wood stool was an old man dressed in worn–out, dark blue clothes, sipping tea alone. A set of tea–brewing tools was spread out on the peach wood table. 

Hearing her words, the old man looked up at her with a hint of aloofness in his eyes. 

“You have a sharp nose.” 

Chloe smiled. 

“Do you know how to make tea?” 

The old man asked lightly, gesturing for her to sit opposite him. 

Chloe hesitated for a moment, “A bit, but I’m not very good at it.” 

The old man chuckled, “That’s already quite impressive.” 

He gestured for her to make tea again, and Chloe didn’t refuse. 

The moment she opened the teapot, a strong aroma of tea hit her. 

The old man looked at her with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes and even laughed, “Not bad! It’s rare to meet a young person like you in this day and age. Terme, which one are you best at – perfume blending, tea–making, wine–cooking, or flower–appreciating?” 

Chloe was surprised again. Her heart pounded, sensing that this old man was no ordinary person. 

Her tone became more cautious and respectful, “Perfume blending.”