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…”

said, his eyes darkening and his

“Of course not!”

bloodshot, and he was filled with bitterness and complaints. He used the wine to let it all out, “What’s the deal? I just don’t get it!”

lifetime,

not to

day to ask

true identity, this mystery had gradually become a thorn in his heart, and not

“Joseph, I’ll admit I’m quite the dandy. I’ve done some pretty silly things in

didn’t

eyes

definitely advise her not to get too close to Joseph and avoid any misfortune!”

icy, and he felt

heart instantly disappeared and she knew she

to persuade her, opted for a small Japanese restaurant and ordered ordinary dishes, aiming to keep her spending to a

delicious. Despite this, the two

mood,

themselves in a slightly inebriated state, and so

had initially intended 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 and requesting him to

hurry back. Don’t worry about us,” Chloe said reassuringly.

Brother Jordan, hurry

as a blossom. “You’ve been exhausted all day today. Go back and see Mrs. Stewart and get some rest.

mistake, my bad. I can’t join

sister.”

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

You’re slower than our own mom.

her gaze fixed on his as

left.

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

jealous of her sister at all, for in her eyes Chloe was the epitome of perfection, and

and undeserving of Brother

was her ex-brother-in-law willing to divorce her sister?

terminal illness and not want to burden her sister with it

the door of the high-class private room when they heard heart-wrenching screams coming from the other

“Oh.

tightly and shrank her shoulders, “it’s

singing, even a donkey could make its debut as a

tugged Kiran into the secluded room, the farther away from the maniac across from

a plethora of cold beer, and the fruit plates and snacks

were all professional.

dance music of the Red Girls Group, the