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

Chapter 131

“Burp… You really are a little scroundell” Chloe blushed and smiled happily.

The man smiled coldly, his left arm still hooked around her slender waist. With his slender middle

finger, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

This nickname was from long ago.

Even his father didn’t refer to him by that name. He hadn’t anticipated that Chloe was still as wild and

untamed as a wild horse, just like when she was a child.

“In the blink of an eye, it’s been fifteen years since I last saw you. You’re still as gorgeous as ever.”

“Hehe… You’re not too shabby either!”

Chloe narrowed her almond eyes and, with a playful gesture, raised her hand to pat his cheek. Her

behavior was that of a playboy and a frivolous man, yet he didn’t find it off-putting in the slightest.

Should she have behaved and followed the rules at any time, then she would not have been the Chloe

in his heart.

Chloe, covering her small mouth, burped again and, staggering. found it hard to stand steadily.

The man raised the corners of his lips and, without waiting for her consent, swept her Sup

“Oh… put me down!”

in his arms.

Chloe’s little face, red and misty, twisted and struggled in the man’s arms, like a dishonest kitten.

Kicking around beneath the red dress, a pair of slender and tender white legs glimmered like jade,

reflecting the light.

His eyes darkened and his playful heart suddenly soared, “If you cry out my name, I will release you.”

“You… You are called… Je… Je…

Chloe was so inebriated that her mind was a jumble. She couldn’t recall what she had said, let alone

remember his name.

“My name is Jerome Xavier, but it doesn’t matter if you refer to me as a little scoundrel”.”

The man’s fan-shaped long eyelashes fluttered, and he whispered in her ear, his voice slightly hoarse

and low. “But only you can call me that,” he murmured.

Unfortunately, the words that reached Chloe, in her drunken state, became a jumbled code that she

couldn’t make out clearly.

Jerome gently laid her fragile frame on the sofa, taking care to make each movement as delicate as

possible.

His phone rang at that moment, and the secretary was on the line.

“Director Xavier, everyone is present.”

“Let them all go back,” Jerome said with a doting smile, his gaze never leaving Chloe’s rosy cheeks.

The secretary couldn’t help but be taken aback. “Oh?”

“Today’s game has been called off. Let everyone go home. Don’t bother me.”

“Yes, Director Xavier, the secretary replied, not daring to ask any further questions and quickly

acquiescing.

“Also, head to the vicinity and purchase some hangover remedy. Hurry back.”

Jerome, after hanging up the phone, slowly sat down beside Chloe. He then gently raised his hand,

tucking a strand of her hair, dampened with fragrant sweat, behind her ear.

“What a lucky day to encounter such an individual.”

On the other side.

After Vincent finished singing the last song, “Men should cry – it’s not a crime,” he eventually passed

out on the sofa and completely crashed.

Joseph’s furrowed eyebrows and depressed heart indicated his distress.

He raised his handsome lower jaw and, in one swift gulp, drained the remaining wine from the cup.

He took a cigarette from Vincent, holding it between his dark red lips, the orange light illuminating his

handsome yet gloomy face with a rare trace of yuppie.

His mind was dazzled by Chloe, and the nicotine, along with the turbid and lingering blue smoke,

permeated his body. After his divorce with Chloe, his work and rest were thrown into disarray, and the

smoke and wine were ever-present, yet no

one urged him to cut back on either.

“Chloe… Chloe… Vincent shut his eyes and ripped the collar of his black shirt, calling out Chloe’s

nickname.

Joseph snapped out of his thoughts, flicking his long fingers, he raised his long legs and with the tip of

his leather shoes, kicked Vincent’s drooping arm.

“Shut up. she won’t respond to you no matter how many times you call her.”

Not feeling sufficiently hostile, he added. “And who was it that called Chloe?”

Max. panting, suddenly pushed open the door of the private room, standing in the doorway.

“Is your hand broken? Don’t you know how to knock on the door?” Joseph asked coolly as he

extinguished the cigarette butt.

“Mr. Sawle!” Max exclaimed, his face covered in sweat. “I just saw Young Madam!”

“What?” Joseph abruptly rose to his feet. “Where is she?”

“Mr. Sawle, you must promise me that once I’m done, you won’t act rashly or get angry….

“Speak clearly!”

“Moments ago, I witnessed… a young lady pushing open the door to a secluded chamber, and then,

she was brought in by a man wearing spectacles…”

Joseph’s mind was suddenly overwhelmed with a loud clap of thunder, and his eyes instantly turned

crimson. “Which private room? Show me the way!”

The hangover medicine was purchased swiftly.

Jerome took the medicine bottle from the secretary and, with care, administered it to Chloe. He then

thoughtfully provided her with warm water to rinse her mouth.

The secretary was astonished by what they saw.

Xavier, their Director, had a dark and cold heart. His smile concealed a hidden knife. For years, no

woman had been able to get close to him. What was the background of this young lady that enabled

her to make their boss take such special care of her and personally serve her?

Might it be that Director Xavier had developed a fondness for her?

Tsk, tsk. As expected, a hero is ensnared by a beauty, and it looks like Director Xavier won’t be able to

ignore her either.

“Are you feeling better?” Jerome asked kindly as he noticed the blush on her cheeks had diminished

somewhat.

Chloe’s hand moved to his chest as her gaze slowly sharpened, her stomach still churning and

threatening to make her sick.

“Alcohol is detrimental to one’s health,” Jerome said with concern, picking up the glass again. “You

should reduce your intake

in the future.”

Chloe couldn’t recall what had occurred, yet she could tell that the man had no hostile designs towards

her.

He was exceptionally handsome.

He was elegant and graceful, and the gold-rimmed glasses on his delicate face added a touch of

elegance and nobility.

“Sir,” Chloe said, rubbing her throbbing temples, ‘you seem somewhat familiar to me.”

Jerome’s eyes narrowed as he realized she had forgotten him.

The door of the private room burst open with a loud sound!

Joseph was like a Marp blade that sliced through the darkness, unstoppable as he surged forward.

Jerome’s face instantly dropped, and his eyes glinted with a chill.

“Director Xavier,” Mr. Sawle from Sawle Group called out in a low voice, his secretary looking shocked.

“Tell him to go outside,” Jerome raised his chin, not uttering a single word.

The secretary nodded and quickly walked to Joseph. “Mr. Sawle, please act without delay…”

Before the secretary’s voice had even faded, the man, full of rage, had already shoved the secretary

aside and marched up to

Chloe. His towering figure cast a shadow over her, his eyebrows and eyes as cold as ice.

Chloe, rubbing her sleepy eyes like a child, had not reacted to what had happened, looking up blankly.

The next second, she was dumbfounded. “Joseph?! Why are you…

“Come with me.”

Joseph resisted the anger that was surging forth and refrained from speaking further. He grasped her

delicate arm and tugged it upward, causing her slender waist to press into his embrace.

His anger was described as overwhelming, like stormy waves, yet not excessive.

This woman, having stolen his project during the day, was eager to find a wild man to have fun with at

night.

He was a cultured scoundrel, a beast with a crown of finery — a handsome face!

Did she have any sense of conscience?

“Why should I go with you… who are you?”

“Let go!” Chloe shouted, trying to free herself as she became more sober. “Are you a dog? Where are

you going? Who wants to go with you?”

“Chloe,” Joseph said through gritted teeth, “don’t test my patience!” His fingers clenched, and his veins

bulged.

Jerome’s eyes grew dark, and he swiftly seized Chloe’s other wrist.

Chloe was caught in the middle, feeling the pain of being pulled on both sides, as if she were about to

split open right then and there.

“Can’t you see? Miss Thorp doesn’t want to accompany you. It’s impossible to make someone do

something against their will. What kind of gentleman are you?” Jerome’s pale lips twisted into a frigid

smile.

“The connection between me and her is not something you, as an outsider, can meddle in!” Joseph’s

forehead veins pulsed.

“I am an outsider. Who do you think you are to Miss Thorp?” Jerome asked as he adjusted his glasses.

Joseph and Chloe gazed at each other and spoke simultaneously.

“Husband!” Joseph exclaimed.

“Ex-husband!” Chloe said.