Chapter 448
Chapter 448 The Mastermind Is Another Person
Chloe felt a bit shaky in front of the hulk of a man before them. “Don’t do anything rash, Joseph,” she
murmured, “We’re clearly outnumbered.”
Joseph’s fists clenched, his eyes filled with a chilling emptiness. Apparently, he wasn’t hearing
her.
Anxious, Chloe instinctively shielded her stomach with one hand, the other slipping into her bag to grab
a can of pepper spray from her bag, ready for whatever came their
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way.
The Amer buyer red at them, practically spitting with rage. “What’s your problem?!”
“Who gave you permission to bring coffins here?” Joseph spat back.
Emerald Heights was a wealthy neighborhood and highly sought-after for its school district. Property
prices had skyrocketed in recent years, making it tough for even the affluent to buy at ce. But this
man, whose funds to purchase the house were questionable, had turned it into a graveyard. What was
he thinking?
“It’s my house! I can do whatever the hell I want! It’s none of your-” His words cut off as Joseph’s fist
connected with his face.
The man staggered backward, his face red and swelling. Enraged, he grabbed a nearby chair and
swung it. Chloe quickly pulled Joseph back, trying to avoid the iing blow.
Out of nowhere, Abigail appeared, delivering a beautiful spinning kick to the Amer’s chest. Taking
advantage of his disorientation, she snatched the chair from his hand and ruthlessly walloped him with
it, subduing him within moments before dragging him over to Joseph.
Chloe was left astounded. She never expected Abigail to possess such strongbat skills.
“Who told you to do this?” Joseph’s expression turned icy, his shiny leather shoes pressing down on
the Amer’s face, arrogantly crushing him. “Think carefully before you answer. You only get one shot.”
The once arrogant and conceited man had now transformed into a tremblingmb. “Someone paid me
to buy this house, and she told me to bring the coffin. I’m just a worker…”
“What’s her name?” Joseph asked.
“I don’t know. Everyone just calls her Van…” the Amer stuttered.
Joseph’s gaze darkened. “Describe her.”
“Yes, yes… she’s in her mid-twenties, pointed chin, sharp eyes. She’s skinny and always has goons
around her,” he replied.
Chloe thought of the Masked Woman, and her brow furrowed. “Does she have a snake tattoo on her
foot?”
“I don’t know, I never paid attention…” he admitted.
Joseph nced at the coffin. “Are there more coffins in the house?”
The Amer trembled as he stammered, “She arranged it. It has nothing to do with me. it out for you. If
you want the house, I’ll transfer the ownership to you right away.”
“Is there anything in the coffins?” Joseph asked.
The Amer understood his meaning and swore, “No! They’re all empty!”
“How did that woman give you the money?” Joseph pressed further.
“She gave me a card,” the Amer replied, promptly handing the card over to Joseph.
“Mr. Joseph, what should we do to him?” Abigail asked respectfully.
“Take him toplete the transfer and give him some money,” Joseph answered.
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Abigail understood his intention. They had to follow legal procedures for the transfer, and giving it as a
gift could backfire and cause troubleter. Giving him some cash would make things smoother.
Chloe and Joseph entered the house, where they indeed found another coffin inside.
After getting someone to get rid of the coffin, Joseph had someone investigate the information on the
card. Surprisingly, it was registered to a man, not a woman.
Clearly, the mastermind behind the scenes had anticipated Joseph’s investigation and had taken
precautions to hide their identity.
Chloe thought aloud with growing fear, “Could it be the Masked Woman? But why would she do this?
We’ve never crossed her, so why would she go to such lengths…”
Joseph took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke obscuring his handsome face. His voice was low as
he stated, “The Amer’s contact might be her, but she’s not the one pulling the strings.”
The Masked Woman was likely just a pawn in the grand scheme.
Chloe spected, “Putting coffins in other people’s houses seems like revenge. perhaps provoke
someone in your business dealings?”
Did you
“No one from my business would dare,” Joseph affirmed, crushing out his cigarette and putting an end
to the conversation.
Chloe looked at him, sensing that he had something on his mind but chose not to share them. Since he
did not want to talk about it, she decided not to pry further. This matter was tooplex, and she
probably wouldn’t understand even if he exined.
Just as she was about to explore the vi, Joseph got a call from Octavia.
“Your grandpa has Xavia locked up in the hospital. You have to do something about it.”
Joseph froze, grabbing Chloe’s hand as they walked outside.
“Which hospital?” he asked.
“The one our family invested in. Listen, Xavia is sick. You need to get her out safely. Don’t let anything
happen to her.”
Earlier, Octavia had received a phone call. Seeing the number, she recognized it as the one Xavia had
called yesterday.
She shared the news with Xavia’s manager, but thetter told her there was nothing she could do and
suggested contacting Joseph. They believed if something happened to Xavia, the Whitmans would be
held responsible.
Hearing that they were going to see Xavia, Chloe wasn’t thrilled. She pursed her crimson lips, reluctant
to go. But she remembered her decision from the night before and ultimately agreed to go.
With everything escting, all she could do now was wait for the amniocentesis results. As. long as the
baby was Joseph’s, she would leave.
She hade to terms with it, realizing that a little pain now was better than suffering indefinitely. No
matter how they resolved things, the child’s existence was a fact she couldn’t change.
If the child was indeed Joseph’s, then the next few months would be their final time together.