Chapter 146

The two sides stood in confrontation, tension hanging in the air.

“Mr. Sawle, I’m not sure whether to call it a coincidence or bad luck.” Jordan grinned, his words far from respectful.

“Chloe, is she inside?” Joseph’s eyebrows sharpened, his voice low.

The moment he heard that name, Grace felt a shiver down her spine, her heart pounding.

“Why? Is it not allowed?”

Jordan sneered, every word carrying a sting. “Mr. Sawle hasn’t taken ownership of this place, has he?”

“Hiss… Mr. Sawle hasn’t done anything, just asking! Are you trying to provoke us?” Max retorted, unable to contain his irritation.

“Hasn’t done anything? Well, you can say that, but I can’t even bear to listen.” Jordan’s thick brows furrowed, dripping with disdain.

“You!”

“That’s enough, Max.”

Joseph scolded softly, his gaze devoid of warmth. “Chloe, what are you doing here?”

Jordan’s cold gaze swept over the delicate and charming Grace, smirking as he raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Sawle is here for what? Our young lady is here for the same reason.”

Joseph’s brows furrowed even more.

Indeed, Chloe had taken an interest in the Rose Manor, but this time, he wouldn’t let her succeed!

At this moment, Chloe had already lifted her dress and stepped into the midst of the rose garden. Bathed in the brilliant sunset, she moved gracefully like a floral goddess.

She squatted down in the muddy flower bed without any affectation, kneading the soil with delicate hands, carefully observing the rose stems and petals, and taking detailed notes on her phone while snapping pictures.

Other girls came to admire and take photos.

The young lady, however, seemed to be here to unearth treasures, to strike gold.

Who would have thought that such a beautiful woman would go against the grain of romanticism, wearing “practicality” and “business acumen” like a badge on her face. She was all about building her career and making money.

Ambitious women were quite charming-

hands behind his back, patiently waiting for her.

slightly, a tender and affectionate smile playing on his lips as he muttered to himself, “Chloe, you’re still the same as you were when you were a child,

secretary called, disrupting his thoughts.

he answered,

Joseph has arrived.”

tone. “Previously, people from the Sawle Group had contacted me about discussing a cooperation project for the Rose Manor. But as per your

so quickly, they brought the project inspection team here today. It seems they’re determined to cooperate

Chloe, his voice deep and full

occasion like this shows how deeply they’re

of all this, was lost

the man

you

whole years?

you were

marry reluctantly, just to stay by

of anger ignited within Jerome. His lips, usually indifferent, curled slightly. “Is everything I

all ready, Director Xavier!”

send someone to lead the Sawle Group’s people over here.” Jerome pushed up his golden-rimmed glasses

up from

who, when she encountered something she liked, would become exceptionally focused,

Chloe suddenly remembered that Jerome was still waiting for her in the same

patiently standing there. In his hands, he held a woven flower basket filled with exquisite yet subtle pink

truly beautiful, and it made her think of the line from Rilke:

Thorp.” Jerome called to her as

not to dirty your clothes!” Chloe noticed how impeccably clean he was dressed and

man paid no attention and continued to walk through the thorny bushes, single-mindedly wanting to be by her side.

deep eyes glowed with the soft hues of sunset as he offered the

your kindness. But these flowers… I can’t accept them. Chloe smiled gently as she declined.

a flower basket, it was filled with

I’ve noticed that Miss Thorp has a keen interest in the roses I’ve

that you can also take home, transplant into your

to refuse anymore. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and accepted the flower basket. “Well,

and leaned towards her, his

as exquisite as jade gradually enlarged in Chloe’s startled crystal eyes.

Is

Jerome nodded

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