After Divorcing my Captain Husband

Chapter 423

Prev Chapter
Background

Font family

Font size

Line hieght

Full frame
Yes No

No line breaks
Yes No
Next Chapter

Chapter 423 Stop it! With composure, James gave her a look, and Chloe noticed a man in a plaid shirt seated diagonally across from her.

She patted James' shoulder, whispering, "Don't worry. I've got this." As the dishes began to be served, Chloe stood up, holding a glass of orange juice.

"Everyone, we're all colleagues now. Hope we can have a great tworking together," she said.

She downed the orange juice in one go, prompting an older colleague to tease her. "Chloe, why are you drinking orange juice? If you're toasting, you should be drinking alcohol!" "I'm sorry. I'm allergic to alcohol. Please bear with me," she replied.

"Is that so? Then you should drink a few more rounds to get used to it!" There were always those in the workplace who enjoyed pressuring others to drink.

Chloe chose to ignore him.

"Just focus on your wine. I'll ensure the entire restaurant is well-stocked with wine." James' cold voice caused the man who had just pressured Chloe to drink to shiver.

Midway through the dinner, seeing everyone engaged in conversation, Chloe gave James a knowing look, left her seat, and approached the man in the plaid shirt.

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

"Hello, I'm Chloe. You're from the Marketing Department, right? Mr. Dale wantsto transfer there later. There are sthings I don't understand. Can you explain them to me?" Men were most susceptible to flattery, especially from a beautiful woman like Chloe.

She merely had to speak a few words of admiration, and the man was immediately charmed.

Chloe engaged him in conversation and quickly determined that he was a boastful fool. Dealing with such a person was easy.

Harold, seated on the other side, occasionally topped off his drink.

Chloe and Harold worked together, and soon, the man was so drunk he could barely speak clearly.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom? Well, nature's calling." Harold feigned urgency, leading the man to the restroom.

Tipsy, the man nodded.

At the sight, Chloe stood up, swiftly pocketing the phone he left on the table. "I'll go, too!" The man didn't even realize he needed his phone and followed Harold out the door.

In the women's restroom, Chloe took out tools from her makeup bag and swiftly dismantled the man's cell phone.

Although installing software directly was simpler, it was easily detected.

Affixing it to the phone's back panel was safer because one rarely opened it unless necessary.

Chloe didn't dare delay, so she quickly packed up and restored the phone before she headed back to the private room.

The lobby outside was a bit noisy, so she checked if there was anyone else before she passed through the corridor.

Unexpectedly, as she lowered her head, she bumped into Michael.

Chloe cursed inwardly, "Shit!" She pretended not to see Michael and walked away, but Michael had already spotted her. He took a few steps with his long legs and caught up with her. "Who are you having dinner with?" He asked.

"It's none of your business!" Michael looked at her. Finding her as irritating as ever, he felt annoyed.

Coincidentally, the man in the plaid shirt also cout of the bathroom with Harold at this time. Seeing Chloe still outside, Harold panicked.

"Hey, I need to pee again. Cwithagain!" He said to the plaid shirt man.

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

The plaid-shirted man frowned, waving Harold off. "What? Can't you go to the bathroom yourself?" Hearing that, Harold was at a loss for what to do. He could only signal Chloe with his eyes, asking her to find a way to salvage the situation.

Chloe put the phone in her pocket and watched the man in the plaid shirt walking towards her.

"Chloe, you haven't gone in yet? Are you waiting for me?"

Just now, Chloe had spoken to him in a flirting way and tried to get close to him on purpose deading him to believe she had sfeelings for him. Fueled by alcohol, he was bolder than when sober.

He sauntered over, draping an arm around Chloe's shoulders.

Michael watched from the side, his tolerance wearing thin. Seeing the man's drunken audacity Michael ve mistook it for an attempt to harass Chloe. Thus, Michael punched the man's face. "Michael, what the hell are you doing?!" The man in the plaid shirt found himself abruptly thrust against the railing on the second floor because of Michael's blow.

"Who do you think you are, huh? Touching her like that? Do you even know who she is?" Michael snapped. Chloe felt her heart lurch.

Everything had been going according to plan, but now, with the situation disrupted, she was at loss as to rep how to return the phone. The man in the plaid shirt shook his head and squinted, his anger rising. "Who the hell do you think you are?" His anger flared up due to the sudden punch from Michael.

Michael could not tolerate such a jerk challenging him, so he moved forward.

Chloe stepped between them, not wanting things to spiral out of control. Then she shouted, "Enough, Michael!" X

Report chapter Comments

After Divorcing my Captain Husband

Notify