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

Life settled into a tranquil rhythm as if turning over a new

no apparent cause. Even if Chloe tried to overlook Xavia’s peculiar behavior and believe her words, she could not help but

why Xavia had not stayed away in the first place. What

only to have Chloe thwart

Ava’s cunning and treacherous nature, Chloe could not believe she would endure the humiliation of being showered with rotten eggs. Was it possible that Ava was brewing something behind her

in the VIP seat, Joseph

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

event for Fairlight’s new project. The gentle breeze tousled Chloe’s hair, and a few strands floated in the air. She had opted for light and natural makeup today, and her sky–blue round–collar

slightly, clearly lost in a daydream. She did not even notice when her pen fell from her hand, and it was a male colleague sitting beside her

pick it

pen, his fingertips grazed her hand, and intentionally, he grasped her palm, as if examining her hand

thin lips parted, and he uttered her name, “Chloe.”

awaiting further instructions. Amid the crowd, Chloe was bewildered as she looked toward Joseph, pointing

drift off,”

lower his voice and it possessed a magnetic chill, carrying an undeniable aura of intimidation that sent a chill down everyone’s spine. Suddenly, everyone in the room became hyper focused, devoting themselves wholeheartedly to their work.

moments. While she wore an expression of embarrassment on her face, her response remained calm, “Yes, Mr. Joseph.” Her ability to remain unruffled by praise or humiliation earned her admiration from the male colleague who had been reading

palm lines, you’re a woman