Chapter 503


    Chapter 503 Hazel Cottrell


    The deep crease between Joseph’s brows slowly smoothed out. He picked up the cup of tea and


    gulped it down.


    “Where did she go?”


    Lucas pointed at the back door fire escape.


    Joseph nodded before hurriedly going after her.


    Shaking his head helplessly, Lucas felt that Joseph should be so tough since he should be coaxing her.


    When Joseph reached the back door, Chloe was nowhere to be found. He frowned and decided to call


    her.


    “Mr. Joseph.”


    He suddenly heard a gentle voice that sounded shy and surprised. He turned around and saw Hazel


    standing in front of him, her white T-shirt and pleated skirt setting off her pureness.


    Joseph narrowed his eyes. “What are you doing here?”


    Hazel grasped the hem of her shirt and asked anxiously, “Didn’t my fathere to you?”


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    “Yes, he just left.”


    “I’m sorry, Mr. Joseph. Please allow me to say sorry on his behalf.” Her bow was sincere as she


    expressed her apology.


    “It’s fine as long as you stop him from making a scene here again,” Joseph stated emotionlessly, his


    face devoid of expression.


    Hazel bit her lip and said bitterly, “Okay, I’ll try my best.”


    “Is there anything else?” Joseph raised his arm to check the time.


    “Sir… I’m not Preston’s mistress. My father was talking nonsense.”


    She hesitated for a long time before abruptly blurting this out. Her tone sounded urgent too.


    Joseph raised his brows in silence.


    “I was unwilling to be his mistress, so he fired me.” When Hazel brought up that mncholic. topic, she


    shed tears. “Sir, I’m not that kind of person.”


    Joseph was surprised.


    Seeing that, she hurriedly added, “I was drunk during the Whitman Group annual party three years ago.


    Preston then took me to a hotel. While he was taking a bath, I slipped away. It Isn’t


    what


    you think.”


    “Do you


    think I’d believe you?” Joseph shot her a mocking re. “Why would Preston give


    your father another five points of interest for no reason?”


    “No, that’s not true. My father secretly snapped a photo of Preston taking me to the hotel and


    threatened to tell Octavia about it if he didn’t give my father more interest.”


    “Oh,” Joseph replied indifferently.


    Hazel questioned carefully, “Sir, will you forgive me?”


    “This concerns you and Preston. You don’t have to seek my forgiveness.”


    Hazel’s expression stiffened before she whispered, “I don’t want you to see me as that kind of


    woman.”


    “Okay, you’re not.” Joseph’s answer was rather perfunctory. “I’m busy. Bye.”


    “All right, I’ll leave now. There are many reporters outside, so be careful.”


    Hazel’s frown turned into a smile as she walked beside him. When she was almost at the door, she


    slipped and screamed as she fell forward.


    Joseph instinctively extended his arms to support her.


    Hazel smiled gently at him as fear lingered in her heart. “Thank you.”


    “What the hell are you two doing?”


    Chloe was standing at the back door with two portions of takeout in her hands. With her fists clenched


    tightly, she glued her gaze on them.


    Feeling horrified, Hazel quickly backed away from Joseph.


    Joseph found himself in a predicament. He patiently offered Chloe an exnation. “She nearly fell, and


    I was just helping her.”


    “Yes, this isn’t what it looks like.”


    The corridor was dimly lit and Chloe could not see Hazel’s face earlier, but now she saw thetter’s


    face. Her blood ran cold as unprecedented wrath hit her. Even her voice turned shaky.


    “What’s your name?”


    Hazel became confused. “Me?”


    “Yes.”


    “Hazel Cottrell.”