Bogus Billionaire By Shining Riviera

Chapter 320 A Foreboding Sense of Dread

Chloe gently pushed open the door and entered the study. Joseph remained with his back turned, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. His handsome face was dark and brooding, fueled by his intense frustration over the Whitman Group’s recent months of losses. He had an irresistible urge

to grab Jona

wn Chloe’s spine, accompanied by a foreboding sense of dread in

than and give him a good beating.

He picked up his phone and called Jonathan, his voice carrying an obvious tone of frustration. Terminate all the projects you invested in last quarter immediately. Also, I want you to voluntarily

step down from the board of directors. Focus on your role as the administrative director and

refrain from meddling in any senior–level projects.”

Chloe’s heart skipped a beat. She could not help but wonder just how much damage Jonathan had

caused the Whitman Group to provoke such anger from someone as influential and formidable as

Joseph. The extent of the losses must have been significant for Joseph to be seething with such

frustration

“No! You can’t do this to me, Joe! As a Whitman, it’s only natural for me to be on the board unless

Grandpa says otherwise!” Jonathan protested.

Joseph sneered, “Just wait for the notice.”

more nonsense, Joseph promptly ended the call, unwilling to listen to any further explanation from the other end. After all the talking, he

and turned around to reach for a glass of water

his action and handed it to

and

knee–length dress in a serene shade of sky blue, enhancing her appearance with a subtle touch of makeup. Her delicate features exuded an aura of grace, gentleness, and refinement, captivating all

her eyes shimmering. “Patrick

this

Grandpa say anything to you?” he asked.

He didn’t say anything”

raised

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that

to tell Joseph

slightly and said, “Don’t listen

to back down. “Then I guess I shouldn’t listen to you

tugged at Joseph’s thin lips.

want?” Chloe

much, you should

-in–law.”

his intentions clear and had given her enough

concessions on her behalf. This was her final opportunity, and if she failed

would be solely her

she stared at him. “Am I some kind of object?

supposed to stay and be your wife? Joseph, you have a lot

you’re talking to me!” Joseph rose to his feet, his thin lips