Chapter 860 Why Is She Sad?


    “Of course, it''s true. The photes were provided by the Whitmans themselves. How could it be fake?"


    "What a pity. Joseph is my type.”This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    "In your dreams. He''ll never be yours. Hahaha!”


    "But Chloe is marrying Mr. Noah tomorrow, and her ex-husband died today. I wonder how she''s feeling.”


    "Who knows


    The employee speaking suddenly looked up and saw Chloe staring at them with a shocked expression. Her mouth hung wide open, but no words


    came out.


    "What are you talking about?" Chloe questioned, her forgotten wet hands dripping water onto the floor.


    "Oh, nothing. Just some idle chat." the employee exined awkwardly, "Please don''t take it seriously. Most things on the Inte are fake anyway.”


    Chloe was now on par with Noah in terms of shares and was a prominent figure in Exotic Star. In other words, she could fire anyone she liked


    "Answer my question. What were you talking about?” Chloe suddenly said in a raised tone, startling the employee.


    "I-I read about it online. Th-The media is saying that Joseph died in a car ident."


    Chloe widened her eyes in confusion. She felt suffocated as if there was a cotton ball blocking her airway, making it hard to breathe. She


    mechanically repeated, "Joseph died?"


    "That''s what the online sources say. I don''t know for sure.”


    The media would not provoke someone as influential as Joseph. Doing so would be to walk into their own graves.


    Chloe had no idea how she got back to her office. She sat there nkly, staring at her darkputer screen which reflected her pale face. Upon


    closer inspection, her eyes were rimmed red.


    She raised her hand and touched her


    face. Her fingertips came away


    damp. She did not Know when shex


    had startéd crying. She hurriedly


    lookedfor tissues to wipe away her


    tearssbut they flowed endlessly. No


    matter how much she wiped, they


    Wéuld not stop. Content Belongs to


    She hated Joseph to the core.


    Should she not be celebrating his


    death? Why:was she so sad? She ~


    felt as if She were on the brink of >


    death,Sverwhelmed by despair-and


    fearDid that obnoxious manyeally


    die?-No, she did not believein such


    cdincidences.


    "Chice?! Chloe! Wake up! Hang on, I''ll get you to the hospital!"


    Chloe opened her eyes to find Frieda''s worried face.


    Frieda sighed in relief and furrowed her brows. "What happened?" She hade in to deliver some documents and found Chloe lying on the floor.


    Chloe blinked, her mind racing with thoughts. She suddenly stood up, ignoring the sharp pain in her head. She turned on herputer and stared


    fixedly at the screen.


    The headlines had not changed. It was still about Joseph''s death.


    She was not dreaming. Everything was real.


    "Joseph is dead..." she murmured. She sounded like she was speaking to herself but also asking Frieda at the same time.


    Frieda frowned and said, "I''m not sure either...”


    Chloe turned to look at her, and a glimmer of hope slowly ignited in her eyes. "Not sure?”


    "Yes, the photos are real, but they haven''t found his body."


    Frieda did not dare to take any reckless actions. There were likely spies from Duskfall lurking around the Whitman family home. If she contacted them


    now, she would be exposing herself.