The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1413

“Ms. Summers and her mom Yasmine, they are just one hell of a story.”

“Totally. A person who was thought to be dead suddenly shows up, and now she’s the target of a public manhunt.”

“Doing such things in broad daylight in the city center, they’ve got some balls! Not sure whether it’s Ms. Summers‘

enemies or someone Yasmine has pissed off.”

The hand that was about to turn on the faucet stopped in its tracks, not turning the knob. Hearing the flight

attendants‘ conversation, Chloe’s face turned icy cold.

In the nearby galley, a few flight attendants were washing up and chatting. Seeing Chloe, their voices abruptly

stopped and their faces turned sour.

“Ms. Summers…”

Chloe, stone–faced and icy–voiced, cut in, “What were you just talking about? The car accident in the city center

was targeting Yasmine?”

The flight attendants bit their lips, looking uncomfortable. Her words were simple and to the point, and no one

dared to speak.

“Well?” Chloe’s angry voice rang out, sending chills down their spines.

“Yes… yes…”

“But don’t worry, the news said Yasmine is fine.”

Chloe’s face darkened to the extreme. She immediately turned around and left the galley.

Seeing Chloe’s gloomy face, Jane was about to say something when she heard Chloe coldly say, “Give me the

phone.”

Jane glanced at the flight attendants behind her, her eyebrows furrowed, with an idea of what might have

happened.

“The news said, Yasmine is fine.”

Chloe didn’t respond, and just coldly stared at her, waiting for her to hand over the phone.

Jane hesitated for a moment, seeing the determination in Chloe’s eyes, and handed her the phone. Chloe took the

phone and immediately called Yasmine.

It was already past ten o’clock at night, but she didn’t consider whether Yasmine was asleep.

The call was answered after a long while.

“What’s up?” Yasmine sounded noticeably tired on the other end of the line, which eased Chloe’s concerns a bit.

“You’re okay, right?” Chloe asked.

“Do you want something to happen to me?”

“No…”

Maybe feeling she’d been too cold, Yasmine spoke into the phone from her bed, “I’m protected, I hit my forehead

on the back of the seat during the crash, but otherwise I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Chloe heaved a sigh of relief, hand on her forehead, eyes full of relief.

They were silent for a moment, then Yasmine spoke, “I’m going to hang up.”

“… Wait, Mom!” Chloe immediately stopped Yasmine.

“What else?”

Chloe hesitated for a few seconds, then took a deep breath and said, “…Nothing, just get some rest.”

Yasmine was silent for a moment, then casually replied and ended the call. Chloe sat back down, her face looked

serious, and.her eyebrows furrowed in thought. She tossed the phone to Jane across from her and said calmly,

“Can you give me a rundown of today’s news?”

“The news about the serious car accident has the highest click rate, fastest spread, and most attention. Even the

news about a famous actor joining a new drama has been overshadowed. Every TV station, individual media, and

various social platforms are all focusing on this hot topic.”

Chloe’s eyebrows twitched, and after a long time, she slowly said, “Someone wants me to know this new Do they

not want me to attend the state banquet?”

Jane’s mouth fell open, suddenly recalling Damon’s reminder not to look at the news when the plane had just taken

off. At first, she didn’t know why, but after she saw the news online, she understood. But she thought Damon was

probably worried that Chloe would be upset by the news.

Now hearing Chloe’s words, she saw the light. If Chloe knew about this, she would definitely have chosen to get off

the plane. The person in the car crash was her biological mother Yasmine. With something like this happening, how

could she possibly go to the Y Country to attend a banquet that in reality didn’t bring her any

benefits?

This must have been someone taking advantage of this, deliberately making a big deal out of it, trying to attract

Chloe’s attention, hoping she would cancel her plan to attend the state banquet in the Y Country.

Chloe narrowed her eyes, her expression somewhat dangerous. Had Wendy really become this audacious?

But she quickly dismissed this thought. The matter of Infinity Media was still being investigated, Wendy’s every

move was under scrutiny, and she might have been focusing all her attention on attending the state banquet in the

Y Country. How could she possibly do something so reckless?

Although Wendy herself was not very bright, she probably wouldn’t do this. So besides her, who else wouldn’t want

Chloe to attend the state banquet?

Could it be… Becky?

But with Becky’s personality, she would probably take advantage of the state banquet, on her own turf, to give

Chloe a good trashing, right?

For some reason, although this had nothing to do with it on the surface, Chloe couldn’t help but recall the scene of

Yasmine suddenly jumping off the ship years ago. In fact, why she agreed to attend the state banquet in the Y

Country, she herself couldn’t even answer that.

After thinking it over and over, she still couldn’t figure out who was trying to stop her from attending the state

banquet. But she knew the answer would lie with

Yasmine.

Yet Yasmine, up to now, had no intention of telling her. What did the Y Country… have to do with her?

Chloe didn’t ponder further, because the possibility in the back of her mind was too distant and too unrealistic for

her. Maybe she was overthinking.

The in–flight announcement was already advising passengers to prepare for landing.

Chloe snapped back to reality, buckling her seatbelt, as if nothing had happened. Jane watched Chloe’s transition

from deep thought to nonchalance, feeling helpless. Throughout their journey, she found that the closer she got to

Chloe, the less she understood this woman.

In this big old world, probably no one could tell what the heck was going on in her mind.

The plane touched down, and the friction between the tires and the tarmac made the whole cabin shake a bit, the

noise grating on your nerves. Chloe was sat there, one hand on her belly, poker–faced.

Maybe, just maybe, all her questions would be answered at the state dinner.