Bogus Billionaire by Shining Riviera

Chapter 330 Getting Upset Over a Single Comment, How Melodramatic

Joseph’s well–defined hand rested on the steering wheel as his gaze shifted toward the passenger

seat in the rearview mirror. He observed Chloe’s countenance, a medley of distress and conflict

etched upon her features. Her expressions shifted like the tides, leaving him intrigued yet

guarded.

Arching an eyebrow, his lips formed a subtle, contemplative line. It was evident that Chloe had

reached a pivotal decision, ready to unveil a matter of significance.

‘If Grandpa’s yearning for a grandchild is so strong, what if Xavia was truly carrying Joseph’s

child? In that scenario, she could enter the Whitman family through marriage, with the child

serving as an undeniable connection. Even if Grandfather holds reservations toward Xavia, he

wouldn’t dare insist on an abortion, would he? This revelation would potentially nullify the need for the three–month

cooling–off period.‘

Gathering her thoughts, Chloe began, “I happened to cross paths with Jane yesterday.”

The man’s countenance remained stoic, his anticipation palpable for Chloe’s forthcoming words.

“Jane informed me that Xavia is pregnant,” she disclosed, her voice laden with a mix of uncertainty and intrigue.

“According to Jane, she witnessed Xavia entering the OB–GYN department at Cloude Hospital. She even claimed to

have glimpsed Xavia’s medical file.”

Joseph’s brow furrowed, a sign of his deepening concern. “Were those Jane’s precise words?”

“Yes.”

The atmosphere inside the car suddenly grew thick with tension. As they exited the highway, Joseph parked the

vehicle by the roadside and promptly reached for his phone, making an urgent

call.

“Verify if there are any existing medical records of Xavia Larson at Cloude Hospital.”

The individual on the receiving end concurred, assuring a prompt response. Seizing this opportunity, Chloe swiftly

arranged for a hired car with her phone.

Within a matter of minutes after concluding the call, Joseph’s phone rang once more. It was remarkably efficient, to

the point that Chloe’s covertly booked ride had yet to arrive.

“Mr. Joseph, I’ve thoroughly checked the hospital records but found no trace of the person you

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Joseph directed his icy gaze toward Chloe, intensifying the tension in the car.

Chloe clenched her fists tightly, her resolve unyielding. “So you think I’m fabricating all this?”

“Chloe Johnson, I thought you were intelligent. At the very least, you wouldn’t fall for the same deception twice. Yet,

it appears that your days have grown monotonous to the point where you

readily believe whatever others say.”

Her agitation heightened. “Jane seemed confident about it. I was concerned that Xavia might be

concealing the truth from you, so I kindly informed you. And now, it seems I am the one to blame?”

“Xavia isn’t like you. She’s a genuine person.”

Chloe’s breath hitched as if an invisible hand tightened around her heart, inflicting excruciating

pain. In the past, she had been immune to his biting remarks, never letting them affect her. But

this time, his comparison of her and Xavia hit particularly hard. She had sincerely wished to treat

him well

Joseph observed Chloe’s almond–shaped eyes turning red and her fiercely holding back tears,

enduring all the grievances silently. He furrowed his brow, unaware of the impact his words

carried. “Getting upset over a simple comment. How melodramatic.”

Chloe fixed a steady and unwavering on him for a brief moment before a disdainful laugh escaped

her lips. In her mind, she thought, ‘There it is. The moment he heard about his first love, he

immediately became defensive. He’s truly protective of her. Perhaps I was being too sentimental. I

shouldn’t have said anything more.”

Just as Joseph was about to utter a response, Chloe abruptly undid her seatbelt and swiftly turned

to exit the car. The door slammed shut with a resounding bang, reverberating through the air.

Joseph’s eyes fixated on Chloe as she entered the waiting hired car and swiftly vanished from his

sight. A surge of irritation coursed through him–an intense urge to release his frustration

through physical means. His temper had always been volatile, and when consumed by anger,

restraint was a foreign concept.

Arriving at Fairlight, Joseph cast a disdainful glance at the towering stack of documents adorning

his desk, promptly dismissing them all for further revisions. Gabriel and Nathan entered the

room, only to be met with Joseph’s icy countenance as he wordlessly discarded the proposals,

Scattering them across the floor. The room fell into an uneasy silence as a wave of trepidation

imminent scolding.

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Nathan, with a contemplative stroke of his chin, sighed and quipped, “Hey, who do these uncles.

belong to? Boy, life sure ain’t no walk in the park.”

Gabriel, taking charge, approached the scene and signaled for Lucas to escort the agitated

executives out. “This room feels suffocatingly crowded,” he remarked.

Lucas, observing Joseph’s tacit approval, nodded in understanding and promptly motioned for the

executives to leave.

“What seems to be the problem? Is the project incurring losses?” Nathan piped up, his playful chuckle resonating

through the room.

Joseph took a drag from his cigarette, the ember casting an eerie glow on his face. “What is it?”

“Gabe will be returning to Docwood tomorrow. Once Sam wraps up his cases, let’s go out for a drink

-the four of us.”

Gabriel responded with a hint of sarcasm, “To drown our sorrows, I presume?”

Having grown up together, Gabriel possessed an innate ability to see through the facade, whether

it was work troubles or the uncertainties in their love lives.

Joseph took a drag from his cigarette, the swirling smoke shrouding his face.

Throughout history, alcohol had never truly solved sorrows. It only exacerbated one’s troubles.

When one’s mood was already unsettled, alcohol would suddenly diminish one’s tolerance.

In the bar, Joseph sat with an empty liquor bottle before him. His perfectly groomed black hair cascaded over his

forehead, and his deep black eyes, usually guarded and aloof, now shimmered with a hint of intoxication and

restlessness. This version of him appeared more human as if a divine being had descended from the heavens,

emanating a wide range of human emotions and

desires that were uncharacteristic of his usual demeanor.

The other three men in the private room felt it was about time to pop the question. Nathan leaned

closer and asked, “Did you have a fight with Chloe?”

Joseph’s gaze shifted to Nathan, his expression revealing his turmoil. He recounted the heated argument he had

with Chloe earlier that day, not holding back any details. As they listened, Nathan and Samuel immediately

dismissed Jane’s deceitful claims, convinced that Chloe had

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However, Gabriel’s reaction was different. He sprang up from his seat, his voice laced with

urgency, “The hospital couldn’t find any medical records for Xavia?”