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

Chapter 130

Vincent invited Joseph to meet at Medo’s newly opened luxury KTV.

In the VIP room, Young Master Anderson ordered a table of expensive wine, holding a bottle in his hand, shouting in a raspy voice, “I’ll love it even if it kills mel”

Joseph sat regally on the dark red velvet sofa, cradling a whiskey cup in one hand. His posture was that of a noble and proud

monarch, as if the sofa were his throne.

The bright and dark light illuminated the area, and he concealed himself in the shadows, yet his presence was still palpable and could not be overlooked.

“If I die. I must love —I won’t be content!”

Joseph’s face darkened, and he clenched the glass so tightly that it almost shattered.

How deep was the friendship for him to be sitting here, listening to the donkey’s screams?

Vincent screamed a song, and Joseph, with a stiff face, took a sip of whiskey.

“Brother, burp!”

Vincent squinted, burped, then walked over and embraced Joseph’s shoulder with his long arm as he sat down next to Joseph.

“How’s my singing? Is my sword still sharp?”

Joseph frowned and suddenly sidestepped. Vincent leapt onto the sofa, exclaiming. “It’s pretty impressive! A donkey can belt out a hundred brays to really make an impact!”

“Dang the north! Bro, did you eat Italian Cheese? Your breath smells really bad…”

Vincent thought of the lengthy fan Chloe had gifted him, and then recalled her callous words and the slap that had been dealt to his cheek. He felt like he could vomit and be overwhelmed with sorrow. “They say Chloe divorced you. With your broken mouth, you’ll have to die ten years earlier… Hic!”

“Chloe?”

Joseph raised his eyebrows and looked at him coldly. “Haven’t you two gone your separate ways? You shouldn’t be so chummy.”

Vincent choked back

“I confess that my former sister-in-law was the most remarkable woman Ive ever encountered in my life. I, Vincent, was unsuccessful in my apprenticeship and unable to control her. I truly couldn’t control her.”

Vincent swallowed a gulp of wine and slammed the bottle on the table in frustration. “But I just don’t get it… What do you have that Chloe would give up her status as the eldest of the Thorp family and stay hidden with you for three years as a

famous little wife?”

“You may be good-looking, but that doesn’t mean you can be a meal. Despite the way you treated her, she still stayed with you. Eventually, you were the one who ended it…”

“Vincent, Joseph said, his eyes darkening and his fingers tightening, “have you said enough?”

“Of course not!”

were bloodshot, and he was filled with bitterness and complaints. He used the wine to let it all out, “What’s the deal? I just don’t

you two have known each other for centuries and reunited in this lifetime, I can’t comprehend why she would put up with

understand, not to mention

to ask her clearly why.

gradually become a thorn in his

I’ll admit I’m quite the dandy. I’ve done some pretty silly things in the past,

why I didn’t get to know her sooner.”

eyes

not to get too close to Joseph and avoid

he felt an overwhelming desire to throttle

depression in her heart instantly disappeared and she knew she had to treat Chloe to a

a small Japanese restaurant and ordered ordinary dishes, aiming to keep

not delicious. Despite this, the two sisters chatted happily

his mood, which had been suppressed,

themselves in a slightly inebriated state, and so they decided to go

got a call from his elder

Don’t worry about us,” Chloe said

Jordan,

today. Go back and see Mrs. Stewart and get some

my mistake, my bad.

sister.”

if anything arises, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I’ll come

it. You’re slower than our

fixed on his as he stared deeply into her eyes. Finally,

left.

lips gently pursing as her heart sank into a jar of vinegar, a sour feeling

Chloe was the epitome of perfection, and it was only natural for Brother Jordan to

weak and self-abasing, unremarkable, and undeserving of Brother Jordan’s

willing

terminal illness and not want to burden her sister

the door of the high-class private room when they heard

“Oh.

tightly and shrank her shoulders, “it’s a bit

even a donkey could make its

room, the farther

of them ordered a plethora of cold beer, and the fruit plates and snacks completed the look of a full Han banquet.

all professional.

of the Red Girls Group, the