Chapter 292 Is Mrs. Getty Satisfied?
Chloe hadn't seen Francis in ages, but she was still scared of him.
After Harper died, Francis just ditched Chloe like she didn't matter.
When Ryan approached her, she spilled the beans about Francis's plan to use Sunny's hidden documents to take him down.
Ryan used that info to hit Francis hard, and after taking back the company, he gave Chloe 15% of Epoch Studio's shares as promised.
After Chloe had an abortion, she heard Sunny died mysteriously in prison, which was exactly what she wanted.
Chloe gave up on marrying Francis then. He was in such a bad spot, almost kicked off the Getty Group board, and his future looked grim.
Who would've thought he'd bounce back a year later?
Francis was even more impressive now. Seeing him again, Chloe felt both fear and excitement.
He was more handsome and charming than ever.
Her obsession with him flared up again.
Chloe played her old tricks, saying pitifully, "Francis, I don't know why Harper wants to take pictures of me."
She looked at Harper and choked up, "Harper, if you want to take pictures of me, just do it openly. I never said you couldn't, right? Why be sneaky?"
Her attitude was totally different from her earlier arrogance.
Harper's mouth twitched. Even though she didn't remember Chloe, this act was disgusting.
Francis looked at Harper and said, "She's right."
Harper was furious. Francis was still defending Chloe.
Thinking about the past grievances she must have endured, her eyes flickered.
Since Francis cared so much about Chloe, she decided to pick on Chloe, hoping to make him so disgusted that he'd divorce her.
Harper smiled and said, "What? Feeling sorry for your mistress?"
Chloe's face turned purple instantly.
She was now a director at Epoch Studio, and Harper called her a mistress in front of everyone.
"Nonsense," Francis said coldly.
Harper sneered, "What does that make her, flirting with a married man?"
"I never... I never flirt with a married man," Chloe stammered.
Francis lowered his voice to soothe her, "What I mean is, if you really want to take pictures, just do it. I'll have her stand at the company for a day for you to take pictures, okay?"
Chloe was stunned.
Was this still the proud Francis?
Who would've thought he'd use such a humble tone to calm a woman's anger?
And what did he mean by that? Like she was some plaything for others' amusement.
"Who said I want to take pictures of her?" Harper didn't want to argue and went to pick up her phone from the ground.
But Francis bent down first, picked it up, and even wiped it clean with a handkerchief before handing it to her.
Harper took it and thanked Francis distantly.
Lester recognized Francis and stepped forward obsequiously. "Mr. Getty, is this your secretary? We must have made a mistake. How could Mr. Getty's secretary be a gold digger?"
The greeter's face turned pale, realizing she had really messed up.
"She's not my secretary," Francis said.
Harper remembered Jasper saying their marriage wasn't public because Francis didn't want it to be.
But she didn't expect Francis to refuse to even lie that she was his secretary.
The next second, Francis said calmly, "She's my wife."
This statement was like a bombshell, shocking everyone, including Harper.
Francis admitted it so casually.
Chloe's face twisted with jealousy, the flames rising rapidly.
Francis actually made their marriage public.
Something Chloe had dreamed of for years, Harper got it so easily.
Lester quickly changed his tune and said, "So it's Mrs. Getty. My apologies for the mistake."
He gave Harper a greasy smile and added, "I'm so sorry for my mistake earlier, Mrs. Getty. Please don't hold it against me."
Harper was disgusted by Lester. She held her phone up to Kim and said, "Mrs. Williams, why don't you delete this photo?"
Lester and Chloe's faces changed instantly.
Kim looked at the photo, which showed Chloe's leg brushing against Lester's while Lester's right hand was tightly gripping Chloe's left hand.
All of this had happened right under her nose.
Kim handed the phone back to Harper, her breath steady, and said, "Thank you."
The next second, Kim slapped Lester several times on both cheeks.
She roared, "You filthy pig."
Lester, terrified of Kim's anger, pointed at Chloe and said, "It's not my fault; she seduced me."
Chloe's face turned pale. "Lester, you're lying."
Kim looked at both of them and sneered, "It wasn't you who started it?"
Kim, always composed with a good upbringing, turned to Chloe after handling her husband.
"Ms. Musk, so this is how you do business at Epoch Studio. I'll be sure to inform my friends in our circle about this."
With that, Kim turned and left without even looking at Lester.
Chloe panicked. She knew many of the ladies in Kim's circle were VIP clients of Epoch Studio, and some of their husbands had slept with her. If they found out, it would be disastrous.
Chloe quickly said to Lester, "Lester, do something."
Lester, already fearing Kim would remove him from his position, immediately distanced himself. "It was you, you slut, who came onto me. You touched my thigh."
"I didn't, you liar," Chloe shouted.
The two started arguing and pulling each other's hair.
Chloe couldn't match Lester and had several clumps of her hair pulled out, her mouth bleeding from being slapped.
She lay on the ground, reaching out to grab Francis's legs. "Francis, help me. Please help me."
Harper saw Francis's handsome face turn cold, and he remained silent.
She remembered Jasper telling her that men disliked women of schemes and cruelty.
So, she decided to add insult to injury by gloating.
Harper deliberately raised her voice and said, "Mr. Getty, didn't you hear your mistress asking for your help?"
Unexpectedly, Francis ordered with a blank expression, "Throw them all out. All of them."
Victor signaled to the bodyguards, and they threw out the three, including the greeter.
The hall finally returned to peace.
Harper felt she had miscalculated the situation and followed Francis into the private room, feeling sullen.
Once inside, she saw it was just the two of them and asked curiously, "Where are the guests?"
Francis calmly replied, "They couldn't make it. Let's eat."
Harper suspected Francis was lying. "If they're not coming, then I'll head out."
The aroma of the food wafted through the air.
Just as Harper finished speaking, her stomach growled.
Francis pointed to the table full of dishes with his long fingers and said in a low, magnetic voice, "Are you sure you want to leave?"
Francis knew her taste so well. The table was filled with all her favorites.
Harper reluctantly said, "Can't hurt to have some. I don't want it wasted."
Francis suddenly leaned in, his eyes full of heat. "Can you answer my question before we start?"
They were so close, and the faint, pleasant scent of Francis filled her breath.
Harper couldn't control her quickening heartbeat. 'Why get so close?'
She pulled back a bit, "What question?"
"Are you satisfied?" Francis asked.
"Huh?" Harper was confused.
Francis moved closer and pinned Harper against the wall. "Are you satisfied with my performance just now, Mrs. Getty?"
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