Chapter 20
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Aman furrowed his eyebrows slightly. Just when he thought that Chloe Bishop was about to be grounded for a week, the Aman family called...
"What's the matter, Grandpa?" Aman picked up the phone calmly. "If I remember correctly, I have already asked the lawyer to send my marriage certificate back to Bishop family."
"Yes, I did. But didn't you promise me that you wouldn't let any conflict of interest between Emperor Group and Ali Enterprises?" On the other side of the phone, the old man of the Aman family asked, "But today's news seems to be different, isn't it?"
Aman folded his long legs. "I told you that I would try my best..."
It was inevitable, so there was no need to avoid it!
"You are really persistent." The Old Master on the phone laughed and said, "Now Emperor Goup is in your hands. No one can stop you?
Aman was shocked. "Yes."
"You-" Old Master almost became angry, but he held back his anger and said, "Okay, I don't need to ask about it. You can bring my granddaughter-in-law back first!"
"I'm sorry, I'm not free to do that."
Aman immediately hung up the phone.
He married Chloe in order to block the family off. What was the point of bringing her back to the family?
Shallow Bay, the most expensive area in City.
Chloe downloaded a mobile application to show her phone number on the Internet, then happily called Zayn Ali.
"Zayn, today's news was sensational. It's so powerful!" She sat in the luxury villa and laughed. "Did you see your face? It's as black as the bottom of the pot! Hahaha!"
"Chloe?" Zayn, who was on the other side of the phone, was gloomy and horrible. He gnashed his teeth and said to the woman who had disappeared for a week, "How dare you call me? Tell me, where are you?"
"Where I am has nothing to do with you."
Chloe looked at the shining diamond ring on her jade-like hand and felt extremely happy.. "But I want to congratulate you that the land where Ali Enterprises had favored for half a year has been robbed by someone else. Is it more upsetting than hearing the reporters say that you only have three seconds of gossip? Hahaha!"
On the other side of the phone, Zayn broke the goblet in his hand with a c***k. "Chloe Bishop, listen to me. I'm in a bad mood today. If you talk more nonsense, I'll strangle you to death next time I see you!"
"Oh, you're in a bad mood, aren't you?" Chloe patted her chest. "Then I'm relieved."
"Chloe Bishop, what the hell do you mean?"
"If you're in a bad mood, I'll be happy!"
"Chloe Bishop!"
Chloe smiled sweetly. "The best part is yet to come!"
After she laughed and hung up the phone, she went to the kitchen to prepare dinner in a good mood and waited for Aman to come back.
In the evening, two beautiful maids in black coats and white apron stood outside the Ninth Dragon Villa. Bucky stood outside and waited for Aman to come back.
The golden Rolls-Royce stopped outside.
"Welcome back, Young Master." Bucky went up to open the rear door. "Congratulations on winning the land of City's city bidding. This is once again the victory of the Emperor Group."
Aman got out of the car. With a luxurious temperament, he was gentle and elegant like a modern noble and walked into the villa with a maid respectfully welcoming him.
His brown eyes swept over the window of Chloe's room on the second floor of the villa, and he didn't turn on the light.
"She's asleep?" Aman asked.
"Not yet." Bucky said, "She found out that you successfully won the bid for that piece of land today. Young Madam cooked dinner for you in person. Young Master, I've told you that Young Madam didn't come to Shallow Bay for that reason. Young Madam must have missed you."
In the golden hall illuminated by bright light, wearing a sweet formal Versace skirt, Chloe Bishop sat on the sofa. She was waiting for Aman to come back.
On the table in front of the sofa were a few dishes that she had cooked.
As soon Aman and Bucky came in, Chloe immediately stood up. "You're back! I made a meal for you. I know that all you did was buy the land that Zayn Ali wanted, but it made me really happy to hear his angry voice! I wanted to say thank you by making this dinner for you."
Aman frowned and looked at the plates of "black substance" in front of Chloe.
Next to Aman, Bucky explained embarrassedly, "Young Master, before you came back, Young Madam... called Zayn." Aman's face immediately cooled down, and his cold voice was commanding, fitting of a leader. "You contacted Zayn again? Are you testing my patience, or have you forgotten my warning?"
Chloe blinked her eyes and looked at Aman's back.
Then she looked at the dinner that she had worked so hard to make.
She forgot that they were a superficial married couple-he did not care about her.
"Humph, if he won't eat, then I'll eat!" Chloe picked up her chopsticks.
As soon as Aman went upstairs, he stopped and said to Bucky with a smile, "Can the dishes she cooked to be considered food? Do you want to see her poison me to death?"
"..." Bucky lowered his head in embarrassment. "Young Master, Young Madam's cooking skills are indeed bad, but I saw her cooking diligently for two hours, maybe..."
"Oh?"
Aman's eyes sank.
"Maybe it's just not good-looking but it tastes good. Why don't you try it first?"
Bucky, who had planned to strengthen the couple's relationship, agreed with Chloe's decision to make dinner for Aman.
As long as Young Madam didn't poison it, it didn't matter at all if it tasted bad.
"I'm afraid I'll lose my taste if I eat that kind of food." Aman said coldly, "I'll ask the kitchen to prepare some dinner later."
Bucky had to nod. "Yes, Master."
As soon as he finished speaking...
"Ah! Water, I want water..."
Chloe's cry came from downstairs.
Aman glanced behind him. "Don't let her near the kitchen in the future. No one needs her to cook."
"Yes, Young Master."
Bucky had no choice but to bow down.
In the hall, Chloe was tasting her own cooking. Suddenly, her eyes were bloodshot and she pinched her throat It was the most terrible dinner she had ever tasted! How could she make such a terrible meal? It was not edible at all!
The two maids next to her poured a glass of water and said, "Young Madam, you'd better stop..."
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