The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1418

Chloe’s gaze shifted from Wendy’s face to the slowly gathering crowd around her, and she gently stepped back a couple of paces. Just like that, she created some distance between herself and the crowd,

“I’m a big fan of the Firefly piece from this year’s international competition. It’s in my collection.”

“I love your designs, every single one of them..”

“When I saw your name on the program, I thought it was a coincidence, but it’s really you.”

Everyone clearly admired and respected Chloe.

“Thank you, it’s nice to meet you all…” Chloe greeted everyone with a smile. She was surprised by the treatment she received here.

Finally, Chloe placed an order for her meal and found a random spot to sit. She needed to eat, regardless of her lack of appetite, considering her current situation. She was a pregnant woman, soon–to–be a mom.

Seeing how Chloe handled everything with grace, Becky became increasingly uncomfortable. Why would Chloe think that, after how she had treated her in P City, she would let it slide?

and walked toward Chloe. Barbara didn’t stop Becky but was worried about what she might do, so she followed. She

sat across from Chloe, chin up, looking at Chloe arrogantly. Chloe was delicately cutting her food and putting it in her mouth with impeccable manners. Becky felt

say hi?” Becky’s sharp voice filled

at the fuming Becky across from her, and put her fork and knife down only after swallowing.

“What did you say?”

it? Didn’t you lose a bet at the International

Becky cut Chloe off sharply, her face turned ugly at

continued eating, “So, you’re not here to pay your

fit of rage, swept

put her cutlery down, the sound echoing on the white tablecloth–covered table. Her eyes

hall turned

on Chloe’s half–eaten croissant, feeling a bit better. The crowd’s eyes conveyed their displeasure and, disgust at

Becky at this moment. She slowly stood up, pulled out her chair, and walked back

Chloe did nothing, but the stares from the crowd were enough to make Becky feel embarrassed. Becky stomped her foot in

food again and

could finish her sentence, a shadow passed by her,

around with her newly ordered food when

of rage, “What? You think you’re tough? Everything in this restaurant is mine. If