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Chapter 490 Their Tranquil Days Were About to Be Shattered
Harold spoke up, and his voice was heavy with old memories. “You know your mother had her reasons. Have you
forgotten the phone call your father made before he passed? He wanted your to live a good life, to let go of the
past, and to not let one incident ruin two generations.”
Joseph’s parents had fallen in love during their university years, their bond so strong and quick that they soon
conceived Joseph. But their happiness was short-lived. A man who claimed to be the fiance of Joseph’s mother
showed up and forcibly took her away from Joseph’s father.
The aftermath of their separation was devastating. Consequently, she spiraled into depression and tragically took
her own life. Shortly after, Joseph’s father did the same.
Harold believed that Joseph’s mother, who was engaged to another man, should have severed ties with Joseph’s
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“Was it wrong for my mother to pursue true love? Was she supposed to just stay because of an arranged
marriage?” a
Joseph was enraged. ‘They loved each other that they had ended their own marriages. Why couldn’t they be
together?’
“You promised your father that this matter would end here.”
Cyrus’ influence was intricate and complex. He was not just a simple businessman and was always dabbling in the
gray areas. If they decided to go after him, Harold assumed that Joseph had more than just Fairlight up his sleeve.
But hurting the enemy could potentially backfire, and that was not worth it. Over the past few years, Cyrus had
stirred up a few minor issues, but they deemed them unworthy of their attention.
Joseph closed his eyes, trying to get a handle on his emotions. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Cherish what you have now and prioritize Chloe’s well-being. A peaceful and stable life is the est thing you can
have.”
Joseph’s eyes flickered, and he rubbed his temples. “I’ll give him one last chance. If he keeps messing with us, I’ll
settle all scores, old and new, once and for all.”
Harold shook his head, sighing with regret. He had two sons. The eldest was intelligent, kind, and a quick thinker-his
chosen successor. But he had messed up his marriage and never got back on track.
That was why he had placed his hopes on Joseph, and thankfully, Joseph was diligent and hardworking, often
surpassing his expectations. But at some point, Joseph had become cold and distant, like an emotionless machine
that had no interest in anything.
As Harold grew older, the youngsters around him settled down and started families. But not his grandson Out of
fear that Joseph would end up alone, he began introducing him to
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potential marriage partners. However, one after another, they were all rejected, until Chloe came along.
Harold knew that Joseph, the once rebellious boy, had made the right choice. But now, their tranquil days were
about to be shattered.
The following afternoon, Joseph took Chloe to the auction. Their stunning looks and matching coats made them the
center of attention as soon as they walked in.
Chloe glanced around, her gaze landing on a man sitting in the front row. The man happened to be looking at her
too, their eyes briefly meeting.
The man had tanned skin, fox-like eyes, and a wicked and exotic vibe about him. When he looked at someone, he
felt like a venomous snake, sending shivers down one’s spine.
Chloe furrowed her brows, her intuition telling her this person was anything but ordinary.
“That’s Otto,” Joseph’s voice whispered in her ear, prompting her to look at him.
Chloe asked, “How do you know?”
His face remained expressionless, but his eyes betrayed intense hatred. “There are names assigned to each lot on
every table,” he replied, his voice filled with suppressed anger.