A Billion-Rich Woman Was Chased by Her EX-Husband

Chapter 215

Jordan rushed back to Chloe’s side, his body chilled from the late autumn’s cold, panting heavily and

sweating.

Chloe didn’t rush to ask for the results. Instead, she walked over to the coffee table, personally poured

a glass of warm water, and handed it to him.

“Take a break first. Have some hot water. It’s quite cold outside, isn’t it?”

Jordan took the glass of water, and their fingertips brushed unintentionally, sending a warm shiver

down his spine.

“Sit down and rest.”

Chloe turning around and sitting on the sofa. Her legs, covered in a silky peach-colored nightgown,

were crossed elegantly, and her velvety pink slippers dangled from her toes.

Jordan’s cheeks turned slightly red as he awkwardly held the water glass and steadied his breathing.

“Miss, you are truly all-knowing. Justin is indeed acquainted with Shelby, and their relationship is far

from casual.”

Chloe raised her cherry lips and replied, “Even if I were Wu Zetian, wouldn’t I need someone as clever

as Di Renjie by my side to accomplish anything?”

Jordan shyly smiled and handed over his phone.

She took it and slowly scanned the photos without much emotional response.

The pictures showed Justin and Shelby on a romantic coffee shop date. Justin was gently caressing

Shelby’s face, and they gazed lovingly into cach other’s eyes, appearing deeply in love.

“Miss, the evidence is conclusive. We can now interrogate Justin!” Jordan seemed excited, thinking he

had found a breakthrough.

“This is far from enough.” Chloe calmly placed the phone back down.

“Not enough?”

Jordan raised an eyebrow. “I’ve already obtained records of Justin and Shelby staying at hotels

together for the past two months. They’ve met at least twice a week during this period, and they had no

prior contact.”

“Doesn’t this prove that Justin was leaking information?”

“It certainly points to Justin as the culprit, but the evidence is not sufficient. You’ve studied law; you

should know that this is only circumstantial evidence and cannot legally prove Justin’s guilt.”

Chloe lazily closed her eyes and lay down on the sofa. “They could simply claim to be ordinary

boyfriend and girlfriend, so what can you do? You can’t just arrest them, can you?”

It was only now that Jordan understood that Chloe’s intentions were not limited to discovering who had

betrayed her. She wanted to uproot the entire operation, from top to bottom, regardless of rank, and

make them all pay dearly for their

actions.

“We need to find evidence of Justin leaking company secrets.” Jordan stated with a dark look in his

eyes.

“I only mentioned the new project I was working on during a meeting, and Justin couldn’t resist sharing

that with Shelby. I can already guess what he will do next.”

“For the next few days, you don’t need to approach Justin to avoid alarming him. Instead, have

someone tail Shelby and Skyler to see if they have any contact.”

“Also, let’s dig a little deeper into Shelby’s background. We might uncover some more surprises…”

“Understood, Miss.”

Suddenly, the sound of even breathing was heard.

Jordan stared, and Chloe had fallen asleep in an instant. Her lips were slightly parted, and her long

eyelashes rested peacefully, her breath serene as a lily.

It seemed that she had exhausted herself, overtaxing her brain.

Jordan’s eyes filled with tenderness and pity, and he knelt beside the sofa, extending his arms, as if he

wanted to lift her up. However, he controlled his desire to touch her and fetched a soft blanket, carefully

covering her and tucking her in. After all, he was just a secretary, and Chloe was asleep. It would be

improper to take advantage of the situation. Moreover, he had always believed that the only men

entitled to hold her like a princess were either her father, her brothers, or, in the end, her lover.

As for him, if he could wait for the day when the big and small ladies would marry again and

accompany her behind,

personally tidying up her wedding dress, he would be satisfied.

Late at night, in the study.

Joseph sat by the window with a glass of red wine.

The wine glass he was using now was part of the pile of gifts Chloe had given him. It was a pair of

Baroque-style crystal wine glasses, and the crisp clinking of glasses indicated their top-notch

craftsmanship and quality.

When she gave him these glasses, was she thinking about being together for a lifetime?

Joseph frowned, and the wine he drank suddenly tasted more bitter than pesticide.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door, and Max rushed in with some documents.

“Mr. Sawle, I’ve completed the research you asked for regarding Shelby. You can rest assured this

time, I’ve made sure everything is clear, even the location of the Gondor family’s ancestral grave!

There’s absolutely no room for error!”

Max confidently assured Joseph. He remembered that his previous mistake had affected his image in

Mrs. Sawle’s eyes. This time, he was very dedicated to the task, hoping to make amends

“Good. Scan a copy and send it to President Thorp.”

Using the light, Joseph, under the soft lamplight, swirled the exquisite glass in his hand, admiring it with

great interest.

Max raised an eyebrow, “Eh? Send it to Oscar?”

Seeing the cold glance his boss shot his way, he quickly corrected himself with a goofy smile, “Ah, yes,

it’s Mrs. Sawle.”

“In the form of an email.”

Joseph added, “And send it anonymously.”

“Why? What’s the reason for that?” Max’s mouth moved faster than his brain.

Joseph pursed his lips, “I’m worried that she might delete it without even looking at it if she sees it’s

from Sawle Group.”

Max: Does it have to be this subservient?

At that moment, his phone vibrated on the coffee table.

Joseph picked it up and saw that it was a video call from Vincent.

Puzzled, he answered, “What’s going on again?”

On the screen, Vincent’s face was deathly pale, and he lay on a pure white bed with blue and white

walls in the background, suggesting he was in a hospital.

“Joseph… I’m f***ing dying…”

“Condolences.” Joseph’s expression remained unchanged.

“Joseph… is your fourth sister… f***ing poisonous?!”

Vincent waved his hand, which had a needle sticking out of it, in front of Joseph, his face contorted in

pain. “Today… she gave me a piece of blueberry cake, and I barely took a bite before I felt something

was wrong with it, it was sour as hell…”

“But when I got home, I started vomiting and had diarrhea. My intestines feel like they’re going to come

out called 120 to take me to the hospital.”

“The doctor said I had food poisoning from eating contaminated food… The moment I took the first bite,

I knew something was wrong with the cake. It was sour as hell… And then… f***! The pain came back!”

Max, who was eavesdropping, couldn’t contain his laughter and bent over, clutching his stomach in

silent hysterics.

For all he knew, he had diarrhea, but someone who didn’t know might think he was in labor.

Joseph suppressed a simile, his lips tightly pressed together. “If you knew there was something wrong

with it, why did you eat it all?”

“It was made by the little girl herself, it was a gesture of goodwill. Could I be so ungrateful? Gah… it

hurts, it hurts…” Vincent continued to wail in pain.

Clearly, even a tough guy couldn’t withstand a bout of food poisoning!