Chapter 130


    Vincent invited Joseph to meet at Medo’s newly opened luxury KTV.


    In the VIP room, Young Master Anderson ordered a table of expensive wine, holding a bottle in his


    hand, shouting in a raspy voice, “I’ll love it even if it kills mel”


    Joseph sat regally on the dark red velvet sofa, cradling a whiskey cup in one hand. His posture was


    that of a noble and proud


    monarch, as if the sofa were his throne.


    The bright and dark light illuminated the area, and he concealed himself in the shadows, yet his


    presence was still palpable and could not be overlooked.


    “If I die. I must love —I won’t be content!”


    Joseph’s face darkened, and he clenched the ss so tightly that it almost shattered.


    How deep was the friendship for him to be sitting here, listening to the donkey’s screams?


    Vincent screamed a song, and Joseph, with a stiff face, took a sip of whiskey.


    “Brother, burp!”


    Vincent squinted, burped, then walked over and embraced Joseph’s shoulder with his long arm as he


    sat down next to Joseph.


    “How’s my singing? Is my sword still sharp?”


    Joseph frowned and suddenly sidestepped. Vincent leapt onto the sofa, eximing. “It’s pretty


    impressive! A donkey can belt out a hundred brays to really make an impact!”


    “Dang the north! Bro, did you eat Italian Cheese? Your breath smells really bad…”


    Vincent thought of the lengthy fan Chloe had gifted him, and then recalled her callous words and the


    p that had been dealt to his cheek. He felt like he could vomit and be overwhelmed with sorrow.


    “They say Chloe divorced you. With your broken mouth, you’ll have to die ten years earlier… Hic!”


    “Chloe?”


    Joseph raised his eyebrows and looked at him coldly. “Haven’t you two gone your separate ways? You


    shouldn’t be so chummy.”


    Vincent choked back


    “I confess that my former sister-inw was the most remarkable woman Ive ever encountered in my


    life. I, Vincent, was unsessful in my apprenticeship and unable to control her. I truly couldn’t control


    her.”


    Vincent swallowed a gulp of wine and mmed the bottle on the table in frustration. “But I just don’t get


    it… What do you have that Chloe would give up her status as the eldest of the Thorp family and stay


    hidden with you for three years as a


    famous little wife?”


    “You may be good-looking, but that doesn’t mean you can be a meal. Despite the way you treated her,


    she still stayed with you. Eventually, you were the one who ended it…”


    “Vincent, Joseph said, his eyes darkening and his fingers tightening, “have you said enough?”


    “Of course not!”


    Vincent’s eyes were bloodshot, and he was filled with bitterness andints. He used the wine to


    let it all out, “What’s the deal? I just don’t get it!”


    “Unless you two have known each other for centuries and reunited in this lifetime, I can’tprehend


    why she would put up with such humiliation for you!”


    Joseph likewise didn’t understand, not to mention him.


    He stopped her that day to ask her clearly why.


    Since the night of his grandfather’s birthday, when he learned of her true identity, this mystery had


    gradually be a thorn in his heart, and not a single night had passed since then in which he had


    slept soundly.


    Joseph’s throat was parched, and when he was in a daze, Vincent suddenly let out a mirthless chuckle,


    “Joseph, I’ll admit I’m quite the dandy. I’ve done some pretty silly things in the past, but this time, I am


    sincere to Chloe.”


    “I keep wondering why I didn’t get to know her sooner.”


    Joseph lowered his eyes and remained silent.


    “Get to know her sooner. I’ll definitely advise her not to get too close to Joseph and avoid any


    misfortune!”


    The man’s gaze suddenly grew icy, and he felt an overwhelming desire to throttle Vincent.


    When Kiran saw her sister, the depression in her heart instantly disappeared and she knew she had to


    treat Chloe to a meal.


    Chloe, unable to persuade her, opted for a small Japanese restaurant and ordered ordinary dishes,


    aiming to keep her spending to a minimum.


    Jordan, pouring wine like a machine, served the game in one meal, although the dishes were not


    delicious. Despite this, the two sisters chatted happily and toasted each other, with Jordan barely


    eating anything.


    Seeing the two sisters so happy, his mood, which had been suppressed, cased considerably.


    After downing four or five pots of wine, the two sisters found themselves in a slightly inebriated state,


    and so they decided to go sing karaoke.


    Jordan had initially intended to join them, but upon arriving at the KTV entrance, he got a call from his


    elder brother informing him that their mother was feeling unwell and requesting him to return home.


    “Jordan, hurry back. Don’t worry about us,” Chloe said reassuringly.


    “Yes, Brother Jordan, hurry back.”


    Kiran gazed intently at Jordan’s anxious countenance, which was as delicate as a blossom. “You’ve


    been exhausted all day today. Go back and see Mrs. Stewart and get some rest. I’ll go back after I sing


    a song with t


    “Sorry, my mistake, my bad. I can’t join you.”


    sister.”


    “Then I’ll head back first. But Miss, if anything arises, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I’lle


    right away!” Jordan sighed guiltily.


    “Alright, I get it. You’re slower than our own mom. Hurry up!”


    As Chloe spoke, she gently pushed him away, her gaze fixed on his as he stared deeply into her eyes.


    Finally, he turned and


    left.


    Kiran watched the two interact, her lips gently pursing as her heart sank into a jar of vinegar, a sour


    feeling filling her eyes.


    She was not jealous of her sister at all, for in her eyes Chloe was the epitome of perfection, and it was


    only natural for Brother Jordan to admire her.


    She was weak and self-abasing, unremarkable, and undeserving of Brother Jordan’s affection.


    Why was her ex-brother-inw willing to divorce her sister?


    He might have a terminal illness and not want to burden her sister with it for the rest of her life.


    Chloe and her sister had just arrived at the door of the high-ss private room when they heard heart-


    wrenching screamsing from the other side.


    “Oh.


    “Oh…” Kiran held her sister’s arm tightly and shrank her shoulders, “it’s a bit daunting”


    “If this is what passes for singing, even a donkey could make its debut as a vocalist.”


    Chloe swiftly tugged Kiran into the secluded room, the farther away from the maniac across from them,


    the better.


    The two of them ordered a plethora of cold beer, and the fruit tes and snackspleted the look of


    a full Han banquet.


    They were all professional.


    From the opera to the popr dance music of the Red Girls Group, the two beauties were effortlessly


    captivated.


    Singing, jumping, and drinking, Chloe, who usually had a good tolerance for alcohol, was feeling a bit


    tipsy, all the while taking the project in a cheerful mood.


    “Little sis, big sis is gonna go pee. You stay put here, alright? Don’t go wanderin’ off!” Chloe was tipsy


    and mumbling. She started talking without thinking. She made sure to remind her sister not to move.


    “Big sis, are you inebriated? I’ll apany you.”


    Kiran saw her white and sweet face flush a bright red, like a ripe and attractive fruit. Her watery eyes


    were slightly unfocused as she rushed to help Chloe, only to be pushed away.


    “No way! I’m your sister… How could I possibly get drunk? If you want to get intoxicated, you go ahead


    and do it. I still have to take you home!” Chloe couldn’t help but give a little jab.


    Kiran was unsure whether tough or cry, leaving her perplexed as to what kind of logic this was.


    Chloe, emerging from the bathroom, brushed her hand against the wall before continuing on her way


    alone.


    At first, her limbs were unresponsive, but now, she was slightly inebriated.


    The luxurious KTV was decorated like a Pce of Versailles, resplendent with anti-light mirrors


    everywhere. Chloe quickly lost her way, as the number of the boxes were not arranged in order.


    Her eyes hazy from drunkenness, she had no idea how long she had been wandering, but she figured


    she must have arrived by now. Without a second thought, she pushed open the door.


    As a consequence, she collided with a tall and muscr man.


    “Huft…!”


    Property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Chloe softly eximed, her mind in chaos as her high heels proved unsteady and her weak, boneless


    figure crumpled to the ground.


    His


    eyes shed deeply as hisrge palm swiftly grasped her slender waist.


    The cold and superior shape of the waist bone in his palm, so thin it was amazing, was separated by


    the water-like silk shirt. He could control itpletely with one hand, fitting perfectly in his grasp.


    The man’s breathing grew shallow as he raised his pair of elegant phoenix eyes, framed by gold-


    rimmed sses, to behold the beautiful face in front of him, a rare treasure.


    “Ma’am, you’ve had too much to drink.”


    “Oh… no!” Chloe, inebriated, gazed at the man’s sophisticated and controlled eyebrows.


    She suddenly raised her red lips and, with a swift motion, removed his gold-rimmed sses.


    The man’s gaze instantly grew cold and murderous.


    Thest person who inadvertently brushed against his sses had already plunged into the depths of


    the sea, bing a meal for the sharks.


    “Hehe… you rascal! You’re such a rascal!”


    Taking a deep breath, the man’s expression shifted.


    His prating gaze quickly scanned her wless face. He suddenly inquired in a hushed tone, “Are


    you… Chloe Thorp?”