The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1322

Chloe was tightly guarded by her bodyguards, making it impossible for the reporters to approach her.

Just then, they spotted Becky and Wendy trying to slip away. They immediately swarmed them.

“Ms. Wendy, do you know about Jacob bribing the organizers to buy the competition theme?”

“And the intentional car crash that injured Mr. Miles‘ model, and the mercury added to Mr. Miles‘ makeup, do you

know all about this?”

Wendy just clamped her mouth shut, her face in agony. She didn’t answer any of the questions. How could she be in

the mood to answer these questions now? It was all Jacob’s fault!

“Earlier, Infinity Media was promoting Jacob’s three–peat this year, but now he’s been defeated. Ms. Wendy, any

thoughts?”

“What’s your take on Jacob’s performance in this competition?”

“Jacob has been taken away from the scene. There must be clear evidence. Do you really know nothing about his

actions? Or are you actually the mastermind behind all this?”

The last question from the reporter made Wendy stop in her tracks. Frowning, she said coldly, “I had no idea about

any of Jacob’s actions. I was deceived too!” Hearing this, the reporters burst into laughter.

“Ms. Wendy, aren’t you being a bit too much? Mr. Jacob has brought you quite a bit of benefits in the past, right?

How come we never heard you say you were deceived before?”

Wendy was left speechless by the reporters‘ questions. Becky, fuming, pushed Wendy and hissed, “You’re so stupid,

why are you saying so much? Let’s get out of here!”

The reporters‘ attention was instantly drawn to Becky. “Hey, miss, didn’t you just make a bet with Ms. Summers?

Have you fulfilled your part yet?”

“Right, I heard it too. Whoever’s makeup artist loses has to kneel, right?”

“So, have you apologized to Ms. Summers on your knees yet?”

Becky turned pale. “I…”

“Ms. Summers, Ms. Summers?! Did you forget about the knee–bending bet you just made?”

“Huh?” The reporter’s high–pitched voice made Chloe, who was about to leave, pause.

Seeing her reaction, the reporter immediately asked, “Ms. Summers, weren’t you dragged into a bet by this lady?

Now that she’s lost, according to the bet, shouldn’t she kneel down and apologize to you?”

Chloe raised an eyebrow. She had indeed forgotten about that. She slowly stepped out from the circle of

bodyguards and walked up to Becky, smirking at her for a

moment.

“What are you looking at?!” Becky glared at Chloe.

“Princess Becky, shouldn’t you be a bit more proactive?” Chloe smiled and lowered her gaze to the ground.

Becky looked confused, her eyes flicking left and right. “What do you mean by more proactive? Chloe, don’t push

it!”

Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Princess Becky, you’re the one who initiated the bet. If you can’t bear to lose, you

shouldn’t have played. Isn’t it a display of unsportsmanlike behavior to deny it after you lose?”

“You didn’t agree to compete with me at the beginning! Where is there room for denial?!”

Chloe’s expression turned cold. “If I had lost today, would you still say that?”

Becky stared at Chloe. She wanted this woman to apologize to her forever, so how could she miss any chance?

“Chloe, you’re really talking big. I’m a princess of a country, you still owe me from before! And now you want me to

kneel to you?!”

Chloe raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath. “It seems you and Ms. Wendy are alike. You both like to oppress

people with your status! Y Country’s princess…” Chloe murmured, as if choosing her words carefully, her words

filled with meaning.

Becky raised her head, full of arrogance. “Yes, I’m the Princess of Y Country, how dare you ask me to kneel

down?!”

Chloe looked at Becky’s arrogant face, her eyes full of displeasure.

“Princess Becky, I suggest you not to cross the line. In reality, as a princess, you have no blood relation to the royal

family”

Becky’s eyes widened, looking at Chloe, her whole body shaking with anger. “…you’ve gone too far! How dare you

talk about the royal family like this?! You’re really

bold!”

“It’s not a secret, Princess Becky. All your wealth and honor were given to you by Queen Julia unilaterally. You’re so

arrogant and reckless. Please go back to Y Country and don’t smear your country’s reputation in other countries. I

believe if you keep this up, your favorability in Queen Julia’s heart will definitely drop significantly. Glory is hard to

come by, so you should cherish it.”

Chloe finished and gave a casual smile. “As for today’s bet…you oan owe me for now. If we never meet again in this

lifetime, then forget it. But if we get the chance to meet again…”

She didn’t finish her sentence, but anyone with a brain got the message.

Becky was fuming. It took her a while to say, “Chloe, you’d better not fall into my hands, or I won’t let you go.”

Chloe just smiled and didn’t say anything. She walked away with her bodyguards towards the exit of the exhibition

center.

“Ah, is Ms. Summers just going to let it go?”

“If it wasn’t for Miles winning this time, they definitely wouldn’t let Ms. Summers off the hook, right? How can they

just let it go?”

Reporters, always keen for a juicy story, chased after Chloe, hoping to see the scene they were expecting.

Looking at Chloe’s reaction, it seemed she had no intention of dragging this out. In her view, she shouldn’t waste

her time on unimportant people.

She didn’t need Becky to grovel at her feet. It meant squat. She also didn’t want her emotions to fly off the handle;

she needed to stack up some good luck for the two babies growing inside her.

Just as she was escorted by the bodyguard to the front door of the convention center, a car slowly ground to a halt.

The bodyguard by the side instantly swung open the car door, and before Chloe could get her bearings, a hand

emerged from the car.

It was a suit that clearly cost an arm and a leg. Because of the motion of lifting the hand, the snow–white cuff of the

shirt at the wrist was exposed. The diamond cufflinks on the cuff were all shiny under the light.