The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1690

Becky huffed, not willing to admit she was not that bright.

“But that woman, she's just infuriating. Clearly something happened earlier, but she just carried on as if nothing happened. What's the driver thinking? On roads like these, the slightest thing could have you jumping out of your skin. She’s got some nerve.”

Barbara, who'd been maintaining a poker face, finally frowned at this. That woman was indeed as tough as nails. No doubt about that.

The driver was clearly flustered, so something serious must have happened. Chloe had even mentioned a matter of life and death, but her demeanor suggested nothing of the sort. Was it because she was mentally strong, or was she just putting on a show? If it was the latter, then this woman was truly a master of deception.

“Drive a bit faster.” Her expression darkened, and surprisingly, she urged the driver to speed up.

Becky was puzzled. "What will we do if we catch up with them? That woman, Chloe, will probably irritate us again. I don't want to see her anymore. She's just too annoying."d2

Barbara shook her head, “No, we need to not only catch up with her, but surpass her.”

Becky furrowed her brows, unable to grasp Barbara’s plan.

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Damon wasn’t driving too fast.

Chloe, sitting shotgun, initially thought he was giving her time to recover from the recent incident, allowing her to adjust her emotions as much as possible. But after a few minutes, he showed no sign of speeding up.

She took a deep breath, turning to Damon, and said, “I’m fine now. You can speed up.”

Damon’s brow furrowed slightly and after a few turns, he pulled over. “What's wrong?”

Damon got out of the car, retrieved a beautifully wrapped black box from the trunk, and handed it to Chloe. “Hold this.”

Chloe examined the box. The car’s interior light was dim, but the box was clearly fancy, with two holes on each side, each about an inch in diameter.

It was pitch dark inside, and she couldn't see what was in there. She looked at Damon with curiosity and asked, "What is this?"

“A gift.”

Chloe was even more confused. "How come you suddenly thought of giving me a gift?"

Damon glanced at her, replying nonchalantly. “It’s not what you think.”

“Huh?”

“It’s not for you.”

Chloe didn’t say anything. She paused in the act of opening the box, and a slight hint of displeasure crossed her face. “If it’s not for me, then who is it for?”

“Miss Fiona.”

Upon hearing this, Chloe shoved the box back into Damon’s hands. “Why would I hold a gift you’re giving to her?”

Damon looked down at the box, a hint of discomfort flashing across his gaze.