Chapter 508 Confronting Preston in the Bedroom With a Cleaver

Joseph could not understand. “Will sending this text actually make Chloe happy?”

“Absolutely, I guarantee it.”

“Then get me Hazel’s number. I don’t have it.”

Although it seemed unnecessary, he was willing to do it if it would make the dumbo happy.

At 8 o’clock in the evening, Hazel received a message. As she read its contents, her face contorted in anger. She reassured herself, ‘Chloe must be using Joseph’s phone to send this! Joseph is a noble and cultured person. He would never utter such vulgar and indecent words.”

At this moment, Xavia learned that Hazel had gone to Fairlight to find Joseph. She delicately peeled off her face mask, revealing a sly smile as she softly chuckled, “She wants a piece of the action too?”

Vanya said, “Seems like it.”

“She’s overestimating herself. Even if I let her do as she pleases, she doesn’t hold a candle to Chloe.”

as bait three years ago. The purpose was to test Xavia’s position in Joseph’s heart and her suitability. She would

was only paid to play a role. Nevertheless, her reappearance

of binoculars and said, “We can ignore Hazel and let her wander around in front of

seat in front of the dressing table. “It’s getting late and I want to go to

nosy old snoop’s surveillance. Ugh, it’s so annoying.” Instead of monitoring her, it would be better if he just kicked the bucket already. Out of sight, out of mind, and much

that

also have to go

the amniocentesis is

the incriminating proof, a torrent of emotions surged within her, giving way to an uncontrollable rage. She rushed to the kitchen to grab a cleaver and stormed into the bedroom

destined to be a sleepless

Joseph woke

the next morning, greeted by a phone call from Patrick “Mr. Joseph, it appears that Mr. Harold’s condition has deteriorated. His spirits have been

serious issues, bring him back to the family home. Don’t let Preston and his family into the

might feel sympathetic…”

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