The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1078

A moment of silence…

After a while, Damon’s voice finally came from the other end of the phone…

“Mrs. Harper.”

“Uh, yes, that’s me!” Chloe sat up straight.

Silence…

Damon didn’t know what to say for a moment. He paused, then said, “Which restaurant are you at? I’ll come pick

you up.”

“Um… are you coming too?”

“What do you think?”

“… Welcome.”

At the barbecue restaurant, Fritz and Chloe sat facing each other, with Fritz busy grilling the food.

He moved gracefully, without any awkwardness.

“Have you been in P City since you graduated?” Chloe asked.

“Yes. There are good opportunities for development here.” He said, then chuckled, “But the competition is fierce.

I’ve been here for so many years and I’m still just an assistant.”

“No way.” Chloe took a sip of water, “Every position has its necessity and potential for growth. Just keep trying.”

Fritz placed the grilled meat on Chloe’s plate but didn’t continue the previous topic. Instead, he asked, “How did you

meet Mr. Rupin?”

“Oh, we just met each other. His father is in charge of the mall under the Harper family banner. There’s a special

counter there selling my designs. That’s all.”

“I see…”

Fritz thought for a moment, then nodded, “But I still suggest you keep some distance from him. The women around

him… Uh, he’s rich, you know… he’s got a way with women. You need to learn to protect yourself.”

Chloe paused; seeing him awkwardly reminding her, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Thanks for the heads up. But I

don’t think there will be anything between us, I have a boyfriend.”

“Ah? Oh right, I forgot, you’re about to get engaged. But… you’re still so young, why marry so early… I mean no

offense, just that… you’re a good person, good–looking, capable and not short of money, why settle for a nouveau

riche…”

“Of course, if you really like him, that’s another story. Not all nouveau riche are crude.”

Chloe chuckled, “Who said my boyfriend is nouveau riche?”

Fritz was taken aback, “The news on the internet…”

“Do you believe those?”

“But your boyfriend’s high–price engagement gift a while ago, it really was shocking…”

Chloe rubbed her forehead, “That… does have a bit of a nouveau riche vibe… Speaking of which… it does resemble

the style of a gangster…”

Fritz froze, “Gangster…”

“So that’s how you describe me in front of others?”

A deep and clear voice rang out, causing a tingling sensation to spread through Chloe’s feet and all the hairs on her

body to stand up.

Fritz paused, subconsciously looking up at the man next to him who radiated a strong presence. The meat on his

skewer fell onto the iron plate with a “plop“.

Chloe glanced at him, whose expression seemed to say “Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?”.

She looked up again to see a tall, strapping man gazing at her with his handsome and deep face, his eyes not

looking friendly. Feeling embarrassed, she smiled slightly, noticing the man’s eyes shift ever so slightly.

She immediately understood his meaning, subtly shifted her body deeper into the couch. Then, the tall figure sat

down with a strong aura, his suit button unbuttoned, and he sat elegantly next to Chloe. His handsome face showed

no expression, his cold eyes seemingly covered with a layer of frost. But his hand was warm, his long arm directly

draped over Chloe’s slender waist, moving her closer to him.

Their intimate posture suggested a deep relationship between the two.

Fritz was dumbfounded as he watched Damon, his eyes moving stiffly in his sockets. He stared at Damon, then at

Chloe. After a few times, the more he stared, the more incredible it seemed.

Was he hallucinating? But why would he have a hallucination that had nothing to do with him?

Chloe looked at Fritz’s bewildered expression, lightly clearing her throat, “Fritz, this is the ‘gangster“.”

Fritz’s eyes trembled slightly, looking at Damon he muttered,

“Hello, gangster…”

Damon’s eyes narrowed, his sharp gaze felt like a knife jabbing into Fritz’s forehead. He quickly recovered, shaking

his head hurriedly, “No no no, hello, Mr. Harper.”

Damon glanced at him, nodded slightly, and elegantly said, “Hello.”

After all, he was his girlfriend’s friend, he should be friendly.

Chloe nervously told Damon, “This is my classmate Fritz, he’s now the assistant to Mr. Stephen’s son, who is in

charge of the new mall of the Harper family.”

The assistant to Mr. Stephen’s son?

Damon’s eyebrows twitched slightly. Was she complaining to him? A mall manager was starting to play the family

business game?

“Why did you two meet?”

Chloe smiled, “Mr. Stephen’s son, Rupin, was having a meeting at the hotel.”

Damon responded indifferently, then looked at the grill in the center of the table. Seeing this, Fritz picked up the

tongs again, placing the meat from the plate on the grill.

The sound of grilling resumed, with Fritz flipping the meat every now and then. When it was done, he would give it

to Chloe.

But at that moment. The tong was forcibly stopped mid–air. Damon held a fork in his hand, blocking Fritz’s tongs,

and looked at him with indifferent eyes. “What are you trying to do?”

Fritz was taken aback, “The meat is ready.”

Damon was silent for a moment, took the tongs from Fritz, gave all the meat on the grill to Fritz, and then started

grilling new meat from the plate next to him.

His expensive suit was perfectly smooth without a single wrinkle, his every move exuded elegance. The cuffs of his

pristine white shirt were immaculate, and the twinkling diamond cufflinks refracted dazzling light under the lamps

with every move of his wrist.

No matter how you looked at it, he exuded an incredibly noble aristocratic aura. But then, out of the blue, he

started barbecuing.

It was a complete mismatch. In this big barbecue joint, it felt like he was a square peg in a round hole. It was like

getting hit with the vibe of “you’re too big a deal for this big house.”

Chloe and Fritz exchanged glances, both feeling a bit awkward. In their silence, plumes of black smoke started to

rise from the grill….