A Billion-Rich Woman Was Chased by Her EX-Husband

Chapter 210

Chloe, not having time to blow her hair, wrapped herself in a cashmere coat and, with her wet hair,

drove her Bugatti towards KS Hotel.

On the way, she thought about it repeatedly and, unexpectedly, phoned her ex-husband.

Joseph was currently on a business trip to Larkos, located 100 kilometers away from Medo.

The Sawle Group purchased a piece of land in the suburbs to construct a hot spring resort, which is

currently in the process of being built.

Joseph and Max, donning yellow safety hats, followed the project manager to the construction site to

personally inspect the project’s progress.

Just as Max had assisted him in turning on the flashlight and was examining the blueprint, his phone

suddenly rang.

Joseph impatiently frowned and pulled out his phone.

Chloe’s name shone so brightly on the screen, as if it had been inlaid with gold in the night.

Joseph’s breathing grew heavy and his heart raced. His hand, clutching the phone, trembled slightly.

“It’s Young Madam!” Max exclaimed excitedly.

“I know, no need to get worked up,” the man said, trying to appear composed as he pursed his lips.

After blowing in the cold wind for too long, his fingers became stiff and, despite his excitement, he was

unable to control its direction for a moment.

He hung up the phone abruptly!

Max shouted, “Mr. Sawle! Why did you disconnect Young Madam’s call? She wouldn’t have phoned

you if she had nothing to do. What if something occurred?!”

Joseph was also panicking a bit and loathed that his smelly hand had let the ball slip away at the

crucial moment!

Chloe, fortunately, called again immediately.

“Hello.” This time, he didn’t falter. His voice was a bit raspy.

“Oh, you got it,” Chloe said in a pleasant yet ambiguous tone.

“Absolutely, I’ll answer if you call,” Joseph said earnestly.

“Mr. Sawle,” Chloe sneered, “you don’t have to make it sound so pretty. We’ve been married for three

years. I know what kind of person you are. This isn’t the first time you’ve hung up on me.”

Joseph was bewildered and asked in astonishment, “Did I ever hang up? When did this occur? I’ve

never done that before.”

“Okay, I’m not here to engage in idle chatter with you.”

“I’m here to inform you that I’ll devote the next two days to getting ready for your brother’s funeral,”

Chloe said coldly.

“What’s the matter with Vincent? Did he give you a hard time?” A chill descended over Joseph’s face.

“Bullying me? He’s now a ghost in the Eastern Cemetery! It’s Annie!”

“Vincent got Annie inebriated and brought her to my hotel to get a room. Jordan witnessed it all!” Chloe

ground her teeth in

rage.

“What?”

“Vincent is not the type,” Joseph declared, shaking his head.

“What kind of person do you consider to be a ‘brother’, Joseph?” Chloe chuckled.

“Chloe,” Joseph uttered her name, his voice laden with helplessness and irritation.

“I’m off to KS WORLD now. I’m hoping Vincent’s still got some humanity in him; otherwise, I’ll make him

the last eunuch of the Eastern Kingdom!”

“I’ll suppress the news about this issue. I’m worried it’ll damage Annie’s standing,” Chloe was so

distressed she was about to combust.

“Come here right away. I’ll rescue Annie and you’ll get her home safe and sound straight away! Don’t

tell anyone else!”

After that, she hung up firmly and said no more to him.

Joseph gazed at the black screen, his mouth downturned in resentment.

He suddenly recalled that, when they were still married, Chloe often found some inexplicable reasons

to phone him.

At that time, he felt no annoyance, yet he treated her coldly.

Had he ever hung up on her in his impression, or did she remember wrongly?

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“Something has befallen Annie. I must return to Medo straight away,” Joseph was dubious of Chloe’s

words, yet since she had requested it of him, he had to go back and investigate.

“Huh?! Now?”

Max raised his wrist and looked at his watch, looking embarrassed, “Larkos is 200 kilometers away

from Medo! The highway’s still under repair, and it’ll take more than two people to make the journey

back. Can a distant stream put out a small fire?”

“It was better to tell the old witch that the fourth miss was actually her biological daughter.”

“Chloe has already dashed over. Annie should be safe with her guarding her, but I must return to assist

her in dealing with the consequences.”

“The Sawle Group is located on the highest floor of the department store beneath.Larkos. I recall there

being a helicopter

there.”

“There’s one, but where can we find someone to drive it right now?” Max was perplexed once more.

The man squinted and snapped his fingers. “I’m on it.”

*

It was nearing midnight on Medo’s side.

Jordan heard the ear-piercing sound of tires screeching against the ground as the Bugatti made a

thrilling drift into the parking lot. Like a black fish tail, the big miss steadily entered the warehouse.

Jordan’s lips curled up in pride at the corners.

Chloe, her eyes blazing with rage, stepped out of the sports car.

“Which room did that cursed canine, Vincent, rent?!”

“The presidential suite on the highest level.”

Jordan’s eyes were filled with worry as he spoke in a hushed tone. “They just went in for a bit. There’s

only one presidential suite on the top floor. If you go up and take care of it, you won’t disturb the other

guests.”

“Got it.”

Chloe’s body radiated with fierce anger as she stomped her sharp high-heels towards the door of the

presidential suite, her intent to kill palpable.

Jordan trailed her, step-by-step, sensing that the formidable lady was not there to rescue the girl who

had lost her footing, but to apprehend the adulterer.

“Swipe the card.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jordan swiped the universal room card, and with a swift kick from Chloe, the door flew open, almost

leaving a gaping hole in its thick frame!

“Vincent! Get out of here now!”

Chloe’s energy surged, and she roared like a lioness to the east of the river.

Vincent, hearing the sound, slowly walked out.

His wet black bangs hung over his bare, muscular upper body, while a towel was loosely tied around

his lower body.

Jordan took a deep breath, fear gripping him that the cloth would slip in two steps, marring the noble

gaze of the young lady…

It would be a shame not to sell such a slut.

“Chloe? Is that really you?”

When Vincent heard the shout, he thought it was her, but he wasn’t certain. When he emerged and

saw it was indeed her, his eyes lit up with enthusiasm. “Oh, why didn’t you let me know you were here?

I should have at least put on some clothes.”

“Although I don’t look better without it,” he added.

Chloe laughed angrily as she slowly advanced toward him.

Vincent saw three white shadows flit across his vision, followed by three sharp cracks that reverberated

throughout the presidential suite!

Chloe moved so quickly that he didn’t even have time to react before she had slapped his arrogant and

handsome face three

times in a row!

Vincent stared at her, astonished, anger and grievance evident in his trembling lips.

“Chloe… You struck me… you actually struck me…”

Young Master Anderson’s cheeks were swollen, hot and tingly.

Jordan was shocked too, but he was more concerned if the big sister had hurt her hand.

“I struck you, yet you still choose to dawdle?!”

Chloe’s anger surged within her, and she tightly grasped her aching and numb hand. “I never told you

that, even though Annie and I aren’t related by blood, she is my dearest sister!”

“Don’t you have enough female acquaintances? Why are you picking on Annie? Your friend’s sister

gives you a thrill, doesn’t

she?”

“No, no… Chloe, listen to me!” Vincent was so anxious that his mouth was parched, but she didn’t give

him an opportunity to

take a breath.

“Vincent, I was so wrong about you. Your heart is so dirty!”

Chloe’s words, “really dirty,” cut through Vincent’s heart like a knife. A towering wave of grief swept

over him, and his eyes filled with tears.

“Vincent, what have you done to Annie?”

At the moment of anxiety, a deep, cold voice suddenly pierced through.

Chloe, startled, spun around to find Joseph, dressed like a worker, striding in.

In the blink of an eye, he was at her side, giving her a quick glance.

Chloe frowned as she sized up the man.

Did he go up the mountain to dig graves or mine coal, making him so messy and dusty?

“Joseph! Chloe gave me three big slaps and said I was ‘dirty’!”

Upon seeing his kind brother, Vincent felt even more aggrieved. His expression was sorrowful,

resembling that of a wronged concubine upon seeing her master. “I’m more wronged than a sad

concubine! Why don’t you look after her!”

Joseph’s deep eyes turned to meet Chloe’s angry gaze.

“I can’t keep tabs on her all the time. I haven’t been able to.”