Chapter 648 Two Options—Leave or the Station


    Chloe frowned and looked outside. "Who''s here?"


    Themotion outside grew intense. The house helper, who was cooking in the kitchen, looked


    outside and eximed, "Oh, it''s Mr. Jonathan!"


    "Jonathan?"


    "And a bunch of other people," the helper added.


    Before Chloe could react, Jonathan and numerous members from the Whitman family''s main and


    side branches stormed in like a swarm of bees. Taking the lead, he approached Chloe and grabbed


    her by the cor, dragging her outside.


    "What are you doing?!" Chloe shouted, attempting to break free from his grip.


    "You hurt Grandpa, so we''re taking you to the police station!" Jonathan said arrogantly.


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    Gone was the submissive man he used to be. He had done his homework well beforeing here.


    He knew that Joseph was away on a business trip today, so he could not help this woman.


    "It wasn''t me! I didn''t harm Grandpa!"


    "All the evidence points to you. Your lies won''t work. Everyone present today is a senior member of


    the Whitman family, and we''ve been fed up with you for a long time.”


    Chloe gazed at them warily. "What do you want?"


    An elderly man stepped forward, stroking his beard. "You have two options. Leave the Whitmans of


    your own ord and nevere back, or we''ll hand you over to the police."


    Chloe raised her eyebrows.


    "What are you talking about? We can''t let her off the hook so easily!" Jonathan protested anxiously.


    The elder''s face sank as he lowered his voice. "Letting her leave is the best option. Joe is right.


    Sending her to the station only makes her a suspect. We don''t have strong evidence to do anything


    to this woman. Besides, even if we''re seeking revenge for Harold, we can''t do it here. You have to


    think about your cousin. He’s the pride of the family. We mustn''t let this matter tarnish his name."


    Jonathan nodded and reluctantly agreed with the old man''s suggestion.


    Chloe had been yearning for the opportunity to leave, so she naturally chose the first option. She


    quickly packed her belongings. The group of bodyguards wanted to stop her, but the Whitmans held


    them back. There was nothing the guards could do as they could not strike or scold these old and


    arrogant folks.


    Chloe did not hesitate. When she left the ce, she ran into Emily.


    "Coco? How did you get out?"


    "Now isn''t the time to talk. I''ll exin everythingter," Chloe replied while searching for a high-end,


    secure hotel on her phone. She knew that even though Jonathan wanted her to leave the


    Whitmans, he would not make it easy for her to do so.


    Not having Joseph’s protection had its pros and cons.


    "What do we do next? Should we go overseas right now and wait for your child to be born?" Emily


    asked, "I''ve already submitted my application to thepany, and it should be approved within


    these two days."


    "Let''s discuss it once we get to the hotel."


    *


    In a distant city, Joseph was at a business press conference. Sitting in the front row, his striking


    features caught everyone''s attention. As the emcee extended the microphone to Joseph to say a


    few words, thetter’s phone vibrated.


    "Sir, one of the bodyguards stationed in your house is calling," Lucas whispered, holding the


    vibrating phone.


    Joseph’s eyes narrowed, knowing that something must have happened.


    "Sir, could I get you to say a few words on stage?" the emcee repeated as he bowed slightly,


    extending the microphone to Joseph as he thought he had not heard what Lucas had said.


    "I''m sorry, I have something urgent to attend to," Joseph politely declined as he stood up.


    The emcee looked at Joseph''s departing figure with a tinge of regret.


    Inside the car, Lucas handed an invitation card to Joseph. "Sir, this is from Mr. Nathan."


    Joseph furrowed his brow and nced at the date on the card. Nathan and Amelia''s wedding was


    scheduled for the 8th of next month.


    Leaning back into the leather seat, he pondered for a moment. "Contact Nathan and tell him I have


    a set of ruby jewelry that needs measuring. There will be a professionaling tomorrow morning


    to take the measurements at my ce."


    Lucas paused for a moment, then he understood. "Are you nning to take Amelia’s measurements


    and get her…”