The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1591

Chloe’s faint smile was the only reaction to the effervescent atmosphere around her. She made her way towards

the parking lot after another bout of press interviews, trailed by a swarm of reporters, each eager to dig up even

the tiniest morsel of news.

As they followed Chloe to the parking lot, they were greeted by a line of young maids, their youthful faces betraying

their profession. They were clad in typical black and white maid uniforms. Seeing Chloe, they bowed their heads

slightly although their faces were etched with slight tension.

Chloe responded with a soft smile, “Get in the car, everyone.”

The maids glanced questioningly at the reporters behind Chloe, but obediently turned around to board the

car.

They had chosen to keep their uniforms, which were unique to the Harper family, because they had paid for them

out of their own pockets as per requests of Addie. They might as well continue to use them in their future jobs as

maids. When they decided to leave the Harper family, they took off these uniforms and packed them away.

The reporters gathered around the scene with their lenses trained on the maids. Their faces turned slightly pale.d2

“Ms. Summers, are these all your maids from your household?” One of the reporters finally asked.

Chloe paused for a moment.

The reporters behind her, eager to make headlines, started clicking away at their cameras. Their lenses were

trained on the line of maids.

-There were a total of ten maids. If Chloe indeed had these maids all to herself, it could be seen as a bit

extravagant. A classic case of squandering social labor. Luxury cars, black–clad bodyguards, and young and

beautiful maids. It seemed like a scene straight out of a royal court.

Turning around, Chloe smiled at the cameras, her smile genuine and natural.

“They are the people I intend to take home. Don’t overthink it.” She responded, seeing right through the reporters‘

intentions, leaving them a tad embarrassed.

“But, ten maids, isn’t that too much?” The reporters asked.

Chloe sighed softly, leaning against the car door, “Even if I had more, I could still afford their wages. Perhaps, my

dear journalist friend, you’re being a tad too nosy.”

The reporters, however, didn’t let go of the topic so easily, “Ms. Summers, as a public figure, shouldn’t you be more

mindful of your public image.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow, studying the reporter for a moment before her gaze fell, hiding the amusement and

sarcasm in her eyes. “Public image.” She muttered under her breath.

“We are the maids of the Harper family! We were treated unfairly and it was Ms. Summers who stood up for us,

allowing us to escape!” The maid who had previously stood up for Vanya in Harper’s Mansion was the first to speak.

Her voice and expression were filled with defiance and accusation. She added, “And besides, I’ve never heard that

hiring more maids if you’re wealthy is something abhorrent. What is this public image? Is it a standard for everyone

to follow? If so, Ms. Summers, who runs a successful company, treats her employees well and is incredibly wealthy,

should be the standard everyone aspires to, shouldn’t she? If you had the capability and the money like her, maybe

you wouldn’t be here, grilling her about the number of maids she has. Accusing her of influencing the public

negatively is merely because you don’t have what she

has. If you did, perhaps you wouldn’t be saying these things.”

The maid’s words left the room silent. Who wouldn’t want to have billions at their disposal, and to do whatever they

wanted? What was ten maids in comparison to that?

Living in mansions, traveling the world, enjoying wealth and luxury, spending money freely, and being admired and

envied, these were things everyone dreamed of!

Work, careers, and ambitions. They sounded nice. But apart from work, which was for the poor, careers and

ambitions were pursued only by the wealthy.

The reporters were left speechless. At this point, anything they said would only highlight their jealousy.

Chloe curled her lips into a smile, turning to look at the maid who had spoken. She nodded subtly at her. The maid

blushed as her eyes met Chloe’s. She bit her lip and quickly lowered her gaze. Chloe then turned to the reporter

who had asked her the question earlier. “Any other questions?” She asked.

The reporter hesitated under Chloe’s gaze, then shook his head.

Chloe raised an eyebrow, opened the car door, and got in. The maid’s also boarded the car one by one. Just before

they drove off, one of the reporters managed to get in one last question, “Earlier, you said you were mistreated.

May I ask where you previously worked?”

It was the same maid who had previously spoken up. She turned around and said, clear as day, “We used to work at

Harper’s Mansion.”

The reporters gasped, their faces paling. Before they could ask anything else, the maids had all gotten into the car.

Chloe, however, didn’t drive away immediately. She rolled down the window, her gaze sweeping over the sea of

reporters before finally landing on one. He wore a press badge from P City, a reputed entertainment magazine

known for its high sales and popularity.

Under the envious gaze of his colleagues, he walked up to Chloe. “What can I do for you, Ms. Summers?” He

asked.

Chloe smiled and held up a flash drive.

“Exclusive scoop.” She said.

His eyes lit up and he reached out excitedly to grab it, but Chloe pulled it back just in time.

“Miss Summers, what do you mean?” He asked in surprise.

Chloe gave a wry smile and raised an eyebrow, “The reason I chose your magazine is because you folks are known

for fair and impartial reporting. As for this…”

She lightly shook the USB stick in her hand, “I can’t be sure about the ripple effect it will create. But here’s a piece

of advice for you, don’t rush to publish it. Wait a bit. If you stubbornly insist on broadcasting it immediately, believe

me, it will sink like a lead balloon. How to make the most of it, well, that’s up to your judgement.”