Chapter 460 Yvonne
When Yvonne arrived, Jonathan had already been pushed away by Chloe.
At that moment, Chloe's hair had come loose, hanging messily over her shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed red, and she was leaning against the pillar behind her as if boneless. Jonathan wasn't much better off—his tie was askew, and his lips were a brighter shade than usual, colored by Chloe's lipstick.
Yvonne was, after all, a woman over 30. What couldn't she see? Her eyes darkened and her heart tightened, but she still said with a smile, "Mr. King, Grandfather heard that you also enjoy collecting things. He asked me to invite you to his study."
"Sure, then I'll have to trouble Ms. Yvonne Clark to show me the way," Jonathan said with a smile, though he was annoyed at being interrupted at such a crucial moment.
While straightening his tie with one hand and walking forward with Yvonne, he thought to himself that there was no way Yvonne hadn't noticed what was going on. He didn't care, but he wondered if his little friend would feel embarrassed because of it.
"Are you coming, Chloe?" He turned back to ask Chloe, just in time to catch her looking thoughtful and unconsciously biting her lips that were still red from his attention.
His heart, which had just calmed down, rippled again, and Jonathan's eyes instantly held a flame.
Chloe shook her head in a fluster, "I have something else to do. I'm not going."
Jonathan followed Yvonne through the garden toward the Theron garden. There was a corridor that led directly there, but Yvonne didn't take it. Instead, she led Jonathan on a roundabout route.
"I've envied Chloe since I was little, having elders who dote on her," Yvonne said quietly along the way, walking half a step ahead of Jonathan, showing him her curvy silhouette.
Jonathan said nothing.
"So she can't help but be inconsiderate of others' feelings sometimes. Working together, she can be a bit selfish occasionally. I hope Mr. King will be understanding," Yvonne added.
Jonathan replied with displeasure, "Chloe is very generous, not selfish at all. She's very likable."
Likable to others, and even more likable to him.
Yvonne paused at Jonathan's firm but gentle rebuke, then laughed, "Of course, she's my family. I know how wonderful she is. What I said was just the modest talk of a family member."
Jonathan couldn't stand hearing anyone speak ill of Chloe and felt secretly angry. If you wanted to be modest, be modest about yourself—why were you being modest on Chloe's behalf? But he didn't respond further.
When they reached the study door, Yvonne stopped and suddenly turned around, "Oh, by the way, if you know any suitable young men of similar age, please keep them in mind, Mr. King. The family has been looking for someone for Chloe recently. Unlike me, Chloe can't make her own decisions. Who she marries still depends on her parents' wishes."
As she said this, she was poised and smiling, watching Jonathan's reaction. Her eyes were full of calculation and possessiveness. She seemed determined to have Jonathan for herself.
Being nearly 10 years older than Chloe had somehow become Yvonne's advantage and bargaining chip.
She was clearly telling Jonathan that with such an age gap, he didn't stand a chance.
Jonathan raised an eyebrow without speaking and reached out to knock on Theron's study door.
"Thank you for showing me the way, Ms. Clark," Jonathan said coolly. "Tell Chloe it's too cold outside—no more eating ice cream outdoors."
When he'd gone to find her, she'd still been holding an ice cream cone wrapper. He'd been so busy making moves on her that he'd forgotten to remind her.
Between smart people, things didn't need to be spelled out. Yvonne paused for half a second, "Alright."
"Thanks," Jonathan said with a slight smile and entered the study.
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At the garment factory, when the factory manager called Elsa, he only said there was a malfunction in one of the production lines that had caused some sparks.
When Elsa arrived, she discovered it wasn't just sparks—half the factory was on fire, shrouded in thick, rolling smoke.