Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love

Chapter 200 How Bold of Him to Pursue Joseph’s Woman

“Do you know her?” Ellie asked.

“Chloe used to work at Baxon, and I had always desired a taste of her,” Maurice said.

This caused Ellie to pause in surprise. She had never expected Chloe to have worked for Baxon, and it seemed to her that Maurice held a strong interest in her. “Find a way to arrange a meeting with her quickly. I don’t care what you do, but I need a few photos as evidence,” she said.

Maurice replied, “Arranging a meeting with Chloe won’t be easy. She’s wary of me.”

“You want me to help you?” Ellie questioned.

“Let’s not frame it as helping or not helping. If you help me, you’ll benefit too.”

Ellie contemplated for a brief moment, her mind filled with vivid images of a future where Chloe’s reputation was completely destroyed, leaving her unable to pose any competition. A wave of pleasure surged through Ellie, engulfing her with a sense of satisfaction.

“All right then, but it’ll cost you more,” Elie agreed.

*

Since the day Xavia appeared at Fairlight, several days passed without her reemerging. The Johnsons seemed to have

a tranquil rhythm as if turning over a new leaf. Yet, an unsettling feeling lingered within

reason, just as she would not genuinely withdraw from Joseph’s life for no apparent

stayed away in the first place. What purpose lay behind her actions?

had been more than a month since the Johnsons had stirred up trouble. They had come close to achieving their desired outcomes on two occasions, only to have Chloe thwart their

believe she would endure the humiliation of being showered with rotten eggs. Was it possible that

seat, Joseph glanced below the

it was deliberate or unintentional, Chloe fell precisely within his line of

few strands floated in the air. She had opted for light and natural makeup today, and her sky–blue

them. She shook her head, then nodded slightly, clearly lost in a daydream. She did not even notice when her pen fell from

her pick

pen, his fingertips grazed her hand, and intentionally, he grasped her palm, as if examining her hand lines or engaging in palmistry. Chloe listened intently,

parted, and he uttered her name,

him, awaiting further instructions. Amid the crowd, Chloe was bewildered as she looked

drift off,” he responded.

the room became hyper focused, devoting themselves wholeheartedly to their work. Whether in school or at work, being called out on

on her face, her response remained calm, “Yes, Mr. Joseph.”

on your palm lines, you’re a woman destined for greatness!”