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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."

who stood a few meters away. Their eyes 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 gaze, lowered her head, and straightened

Frieda. He asked Chloe, "That woman over there’s the employee

have no reason to lie to you. I have no interest in

striking exterior lay a former shell of himself. Inner beauty was the true symbol of

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

She blinked, but her expression remained indifferent. "People make mistakes. Can

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

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

head. Age was evidently a sore spot for him. Noah was

sneered. She shook the car keys in her hand to signify her intent to leave. However, her keen peripheral

of retreating. She looked eyes with Joseph as she hooked her fingers around his

faint fragrance, and what struck Joseph the most was that this scent was exactly the same as it was five years ago. It was the source of his endless daily

composure 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

"I—"