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Chapter 346 Young Yet Masterfully Cunning

Noah took out his phone and snapped a photo of Ward 317 where Chloe was staying. He wasted no time in forwarding the image to Joseph, accompanied by a message that said, [Coco got into a car accident and suffered some minor injuries. Would you like to come and see her, Mr. Joseph?] 4

However, hidden within the seemingly ordinary photograph was a subtle detail-a glimpse of Icarus’ face in the lower right corner. Though the image was blurry, anyone acquainted with Icarus would easily recognize him upon seeing it.

Maintaining a composed demeanor, Noah arched his eyebrows and casually leaned against the wall. Instead of immediately divulging the true identity of the man occupying the neighboring ward, he aimed to exploit the situation to his advantage.

If his investigations proved accurate, he was more inclined toward a betrothal with Chloe rather than a marriage alliance, *

Joseph’s expression grew stormy as he read the text, his gaze fixed on the unmistakable figure of Icarus captured in the corner of the photo. Frustration welled up within him as he mused, How could Chloe have been so careless? It’s as if she’s constantly finding trouble. And this time she got into a car accident with Icarus. They seem to always be together.’

However, Noah’s maneuvers were rather intriguing. Was he deliberately igniting the feud between Joseph and Icarus, with the intention of positioning himself as the ultimate beneficiary? Young, yet masterfully cunning, he possessed a mind beyond his years.

“Go buy a bouquet of white lilies and deliver them to Icarus.”

Lucas’ lips twitched involuntarily when he heard the request. ‘White lilies are commonly associated with funerals and mourning the dead. Isn’t it a sign of cursing someone to die?’ he thought, ‘I’m not making such an asshole move. I should delegate this to someone else in the company.’

Joseph tightly grasped his expensive pen, his face devoid of any emotion as he mechanically signed the documents before him. The delicate pages, however, suffered the consequences of his firm grip, tearing under the pressure of the pen’s tip.

Displeased with the outcome, he nonchalantly discarded the pen into the trash can. His voice turned cold and detached as he demanded, “Reprint these. Are you using the company’s money to acquire subpar goods?”

Lucas felt like whimpering and crying. What inferior goods? It was not the fault of the materials; it was simply the relentless force with which Mr. Joseph pressed down that caused the unfortunate outcome.

“Are you sick?”

“No, I got into a car accident. It isn’t serious.”

talk face-to-face.”

went upstairs based on the direction Chloe had given him. The number of Chloe’s ward was 317. When he passed by Ward 316, he heard a man whispering about something.

hospital and she feels

correct. Don’t force Chloe. Let her compromise and she’ll give in

Joseph. If there are too many accidents, people will get

her go to Joseph. I’m

took a few steps back, hiding himself in the shadows. Everything was just a self-directed play, and it seemed like Chloe had been

on it for a while, he decided to tell Joseph that Chloe

Yet Masterfully Cunning

317 where Chloe was staying. He wasted no time in forwarding the image to Joseph, accompanied by a message that said, [Coco got into a car accident and suffered some

seemingly ordinary photograph was a subtle detail-a glimpse of Icarus’ face in the lower right corner. Though

immediately divulging the true identity of the man occupying the

his investigations proved accurate, he was more inclined toward a betrothal with Chloe

corner of the photo. Frustration welled up within him as he mused, ‘ How could Chloe have been so careless? It’s as if

Joseph and Icarus, with the intention of positioning himself as

of white lilies and

with funerals and mourning the dead. Isn’t it a sign of cursing someone to die?’ he thought, ‘I’m not making such an asshole move. I should delegate this to someone else in the

grasped his expensive pen, his face devoid of any emotion as he mechanically signed the documents before him. The delicate pages, however, suffered the consequences of his

the outcome, he nonchalantly discarded the pen into the trash can. His voice turned cold and detached as he demanded, “Reprint these. Are you

goods? It was not the fault of the materials; it was simply the relentless force with which Mr. Joseph

maintained his respectful demeanor and was just about to leave when he paused in his steps. “Sir, Patrick called and informed me that your

his temples, a clear sign of his mounting frustration.

that Harold had grown suspicious of Xavia. He had likely stumbled