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Chapter 687 The Source of Joseph’s Endless Torment

Chapter 687 The Source of Joseph’s Endless Torment

Joseph exerted considerable force, leaving red marks on Chloe's wrist. Annoyance flashed across her face as she said, "Who cares about coming here? If it weren't for something important, I would never come here for the rest of my life."

Joseph's face turned pale with anger and responded by tightening his grip. He seemed intent on punishing her. Chloe winced in pain and took a quick step forward, viciously stomping on his shoe with her pointed heel a few times. Yet, Joseph remained surprisingly composed and side-eyed her.

"Had enough?" he asked.

Seeing him seemingly unaffected, Chloe's interest quickly waned. "What's with the tough act? It should hurt unless you're dead."

"You're right.”

Joseph's fingertips hid the red marks on Chloe's wrist. She forcefully pulled away, throwing him an indifferent expression. "Are you done, Mr. Joseph? Not every woman is like Xavia who throws themselves at any man they see. I'm only here today to deliver something to an employee of mine."

met, but the distance prevented them from discerning the expression in each other's eyes. The trembling of Frieda's lips hinted at something unusual, but she quickly averted her

to gaze deeply at Frieda. He asked Chloe, "That

to you.

his striking exterior lay a

her slender waist as he leaned closer. "But you did pursue me

blinked, but her expression remained indifferent. "People make mistakes. Can you guarantee a

you've set your sights on Noah," he stated, more

"So what if I have? Noah is wealthy and younger than

evidently a sore spot

noticed the change in Joseph's icy demeanor and sneered. She shook the car keys in her hand to signify her intent to leave. However, her keen peripheral vision

to go on the offensive instead of retreating. She looked eyes with Joseph as she hooked her fingers around his tie. Her voice turned soft and coquettish like a playful kitten. "Oh, are you jealous? Don't like the idea of me being with

was five years ago. It was the source of his endless daily

crumbled and was torn apart by an internal struggle, and his mouth acted faster than any other part of his body. He longed to confess to her that yes, he did

"I—"