Chapter 448
Jojo and Coco’s Unexpected Love
Chapter 448 The Mastermind Is Another Person
Chloe felt a bit shaky in front of the hulk of a man before them. âDonât do anything rash, Joseph,â she
murmured, âWeâre clearly outnumbered.â
Josephâs fists clenched, his eyes filled with a chilling emptiness. Apparently, he wasnât hearing
her.
Anxious, Chloe instinctively shielded her stomach with one hand, the other slipping into her bag to grab
a can of pepper spray from her bag, ready for whatever came their
way.
The Amer buyer glared at them, practically spitting with rage. âWhatâs your problem?!â
âWho gave you permission to bring coffins here?â Joseph spat back.
Emerald Heights was a wealthy neighborhood and highly sought-after for its school district. Property
prices had skyrocketed in recent years, making it tough for even the affluent to buy at place. But this
man, whose funds to purchase the house were questionable, had turned it into a graveyard. What was
he thinking?
âItâs my house! I can do whatever the hell I want! Itâs none of your-â His words cut off as Josephâs fist
connected with his face.
The man staggered backward, his face red and swelling. Enraged, he grabbed a nearby chair and
swung it. Chloe quickly pulled Joseph back, trying to avoid the incoming blow.
Out of nowhere, Abigail appeared, delivering a beautiful spinning kick to the Amerâs chest. Taking
advantage of his disorientation, she snatched the chair from his hand and ruthlessly walloped him with
it, subduing him within moments before dragging him over to Joseph.
Chloe was left astounded. She never expected Abigail to possess such strong combat skills.
âWho told you to do this?â Josephâs expression turned icy, his shiny leather shoes pressing down on
the Amerâs face, arrogantly crushing him. âThink carefully before you answer. You only get one shot.â
The once arrogant and conceited man had now transformed into a trembling lamb. âSomeone paid me
to buy this house, and she told me to bring the coffin. Iâm just a workerâ¦â
âWhatâs her name?â Joseph asked.
âI donât know. Everyone just calls her Vanâ¦â the Amer stuttered.
Josephâs gaze darkened. âDescribe her.â
âYes, yes⦠sheâs in her mid-twenties, pointed chin, sharp eyes. Sheâs skinny and always has goons
around her,â he replied.
Chloe thought of the Masked Woman, and her brow furrowed. âDoes she have a snake tattoo on her
foot?â
âI donât know, I never paid attentionâ¦â he admitted.
Joseph glanced at the coffin. âAre there more coffins in the house?â
The Amer trembled as he stammered, âShe arranged it. It has nothing to do with me. it out for you. If
you want the house, Iâll transfer the ownership to you right away.â
âIs there anything in the coffins?â Joseph asked.
The Amer understood his meaning and swore, âNo! Theyâre all empty!â
âHow did that woman give you the money?â Joseph pressed further.
âShe gave me a card,â the Amer replied, promptly handing the card over to Joseph.
âMr. Joseph, what should we do to him?â Abigail asked respectfully.
âTake him to complete the transfer and give him some money,â Joseph answered.
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Abigail understood his intention. They had to follow legal procedures for the transfer, and giving it as a
gift could backfire and cause trouble later. Giving him some cash would make things smoother.
Chloe and Joseph entered the house, where they indeed found another coffin inside.
After getting someone to get rid of the coffin, Joseph had someone investigate the information on the
card. Surprisingly, it was registered to a man, not a woman.
Clearly, the mastermind behind the scenes had anticipated Josephâs investigation and had taken
precautions to hide their identity.
Chloe thought aloud with growing fear, âCould it be the Masked Woman? But why would she do this?
Weâve never crossed her, so why would she go to such lengthsâ¦â
Joseph took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke obscuring his handsome face. His voice was low as
he stated, âThe Amerâs contact might be her, but sheâs not the one pulling the strings.â
The Masked Woman was likely just a pawn in the grand scheme.
Chloe speculated, âPutting coffins in other peopleâs houses seems like revenge. perhaps provoke
someone in your business dealings?â
Did you
âNo one from my business would dare,â Joseph affirmed, crushing out his cigarette and putting an end
to the conversation.
Chloe looked at him, sensing that he had something on his mind but chose not to share them. Since he
did not want to talk about it, she decided not to pry further. This matter was too complex, and she
probably wouldnât understand even if he explained.
Just as she was about to explore the villa, Joseph got a call from Octavia.
âYour grandpa has Xavia locked up in the hospital. You have to do something about it.â
Joseph froze, grabbing Chloeâs hand as they walked outside.
âWhich hospital?â he asked.
âThe one our family invested in. Listen, Xavia is sick. You need to get her out safely. Donât let anything
happen to her.â
Earlier, Octavia had received a phone call. Seeing the number, she recognized it as the one Xavia had
called yesterday.
She shared the news with Xaviaâs manager, but the latter told her there was nothing she could do and
suggested contacting Joseph. They believed if something happened to Xavia, the Whitmans would be
held responsible.
Hearing that they were going to see Xavia, Chloe wasnât thrilled. She pursed her crimson lips, reluctant
to go. But she remembered her decision from the night before and ultimately agreed to go.
With everything escalating, all she could do now was wait for the amniocentesis results. As. long as the
baby was Josephâs, she would leave.
She had come to terms with it, realizing that a little pain now was better than suffering indefinitely. No
matter how they resolved things, the childâs existence was a fact she couldnât change.
If the child was indeed Josephâs, then the next few months would be their final time together.