A Billion-Rich Woman Was Chased by Her EX-Husband

Chapter 130

Vincent invited Joseph to meet at Medo’s newly opened luxury KTV.

In the VIP room, Young Master Anderson ordered a table of expensive wine, holding a bottle in his hand, shouting in a raspy voice, “I’ll love it even if it kills mel”

Joseph sat regally on the dark red velvet sofa, cradling a whiskey cup in one hand. His posture was that of a noble and proud

monarch, as if the sofa were his throne.

The bright and dark light illuminated the area, and he concealed himself in the shadows, yet his presence was still palpable and could not be overlooked.

“If I die. I must love —I won’t be content!”

Joseph’s face darkened, and he clenched the glass so tightly that it almost shattered.

How deep was the friendship for him to be sitting here, listening to the donkey’s screams?

Vincent screamed a song, and Joseph, with a stiff face, took a sip of whiskey.

“Brother, burp!”

Vincent squinted, burped, then walked over and embraced Joseph’s shoulder with his long arm as he sat down next to Joseph.

“How’s my singing? Is my sword still sharp?”

Joseph frowned and suddenly sidestepped. Vincent leapt onto the sofa, exclaiming. “It’s pretty impressive! A donkey can belt out a hundred brays to really make an impact!”

“Dang the north! Bro, did you eat Italian Cheese? Your breath smells really bad…”

Vincent thought of the lengthy fan Chloe had gifted him, and then recalled her callous words and the slap that had been dealt to his cheek. He felt like he could vomit and be overwhelmed with sorrow. “They say Chloe divorced you. With your broken mouth, you’ll have to die ten years earlier… Hic!”

“Chloe?”

Joseph raised his eyebrows and looked at him coldly. “Haven’t you two gone your separate ways? You shouldn’t be so chummy.”

Vincent choked back

“I confess that my former sister-in-law was the most remarkable woman Ive ever encountered in my life. I, Vincent, was unsuccessful in my apprenticeship and unable to control her. I truly couldn’t control her.”

Vincent swallowed a gulp of wine and slammed the bottle on the table in frustration. “But I just don’t get it… What do you have that Chloe would give up her status as the eldest of the Thorp family and stay hidden with you for three years as a

famous little wife?”

“You may be good-looking, but that doesn’t mean you can be a meal. Despite the way you treated her, she still stayed with you. Eventually, you were the one who ended it…”

eyes darkening and his fingers

“Of course not!”

He used the wine to let it all out, “What’s

have known each other for centuries and reunited in this lifetime, I can’t comprehend why she would put up

not to

stopped her that day to ask her clearly

a thorn in his heart, and not a single night had passed since

when he was in a daze, Vincent suddenly let out a mirthless chuckle, “Joseph, I’ll admit I’m quite the dandy. I’ve done some pretty silly things in the past, but this time, I am sincere

why I didn’t get

lowered his eyes and remained

her not to get too close to Joseph and

icy, and he felt an overwhelming desire to throttle

depression in her heart instantly disappeared and she knew she had to treat Chloe

Japanese restaurant and ordered

not delicious. Despite this, the two sisters chatted happily and toasted each other, with Jordan barely

two sisters so happy, his mood, which had

four or five pots of wine, the two sisters found themselves in a slightly inebriated state, and so they decided to go

to join them, but upon arriving at the KTV entrance, he got a call from his elder brother informing him that their mother was feeling unwell

back. Don’t worry about us,”

Brother Jordan, hurry back.”

Jordan’s anxious countenance, which was as delicate as a blossom. “You’ve been exhausted all day today. Go back and see Mrs. Stewart and get some rest. I’ll

bad. I

sister.”

I’ll head back first. But Miss, if anything arises, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me.

get it. You’re slower than our own mom. Hurry up!”

fixed on his as he stared

left.

heart sank into a jar of vinegar, a sour feeling filling her

the epitome of perfection, and

and undeserving of Brother

willing to divorce her sister?

terminal illness and not want to burden her

had just arrived at the door of the high-class private room

“Oh.

and shrank her shoulders, “it’s a bit daunting”

is what passes for singing, even a donkey could make its debut as

into the secluded room, the farther

them ordered a plethora of cold beer, and the fruit plates and snacks completed the look of a

all

dance music of the Red