Chapter 146

The two sides stood in confrontation, tension hanging in the air.

“Mr. Sawle, I’m not sure whether to call it a coincidence or bad luck.” Jordan grinned, his words far from respectful.

“Chloe, is she inside?” Joseph’s eyebrows sharpened, his voice low.

The moment he heard that name, Grace felt a shiver down her spine, her heart pounding.

“Why? Is it not allowed?”

Jordan sneered, every word carrying a sting. “Mr. Sawle hasn’t taken ownership of this place, has he?”

“Hiss… Mr. Sawle hasn’t done anything, just asking! Are you trying to provoke us?” Max retorted, unable to contain his irritation.

“Hasn’t done anything? Well, you can say that, but I can’t even bear to listen.” Jordan’s thick brows furrowed, dripping with disdain.

“You!”

“That’s enough, Max.”

Joseph scolded softly, his gaze devoid of warmth. “Chloe, what are you doing here?”

Jordan’s cold gaze swept over the delicate and charming Grace, smirking as he raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Sawle is here for what? Our young lady is here for the same reason.”

Joseph’s brows furrowed even more.

Indeed, Chloe had taken an interest in the Rose Manor, but this time, he wouldn’t let her succeed!

At this moment, Chloe had already lifted her dress and stepped into the midst of the rose garden. Bathed in the brilliant sunset, she moved gracefully like a floral goddess.

She squatted down in the muddy flower bed without any affectation, kneading the soil with delicate hands, carefully observing the rose stems and petals, and taking detailed notes on her phone while snapping pictures.

Other girls came to admire and take photos.

The young lady, however, seemed to be here to unearth treasures, to strike gold.

Who would have thought that such a beautiful woman would go against the grain of romanticism, wearing “practicality” and “business acumen” like a badge on her face. She was all about building her career and making money.

Ambitious women were quite charming-

his back, patiently waiting

to himself, “Chloe, you’re still the same as you were when you were a child, and

his secretary called,

suddenly as he answered, “What

Joseph

a hushed tone. “Previously, people from the Sawle Group had contacted me about discussing a cooperation project for the Rose Manor. But as per your instructions, I didn’t give

to move so quickly, they brought the project inspection team here

voice deep and full of questions. “Besides the Sawle

woman to an occasion like this shows how deeply they’re in love, doesn’t it?” The secretary’s words were tinged with

unaware of all this, was lost in her

this the man

whom you were willing to

three whole

were truly

marry reluctantly, just to stay

within Jerome. His lips, usually indifferent, curled slightly. “Is everything I

all ready, Director Xavier!”

over here.” Jerome pushed up his golden-rimmed glasses and a

and her waist was starting to ache. She slowly stood up from amidst the flower bushes, panting, and

liked,

remembered that Jerome was still waiting for her in the same spot.

standing there. In his hands, he held a woven flower basket filled with exquisite yet subtle pink flowers.

line from Rilke:

to her as he

don’t come in! Be careful not to dirty your clothes!” Chloe noticed how impeccably clean he was dressed and hurriedly

single-mindedly wanting to be by her side. Chloe bit her petal-like vermilion

the soft hues of

for your kindness. But these flowers… I can’t accept them. Chloe smiled gently

was filled

anticipated her refusal and switched his approach, smiling, ‘Flowers complement the beauty of a lady, but that’s just one aspect. More importantly, I’ve noticed that Miss Thorp has a keen interest in the roses I’ve been cultivating. So, I’d like to give you this basket to take back

home, transplant into your own

a moment, then reached out and accepted the flower basket. “Well, thank

brows and leaned towards her, his

Chloe’s startled crystal eyes. She held her

what’s wrong? Is there something on my

nodded seriously.

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