Chapter 288
Why?
Why did Anna Ross have every man wrapped around her finger?
Chloe Valentine's chest heaved with rage.
Hatred threatened to spill from her eyes.
Julian Garnache knew her too well.
His voice was cold as ice. "If you dare touch her, don't blame me for turning ruthless."
Chloe suddenly burst into laughter.
The sound was sharp and piercing.
Patrons around them turned to look.
She didn't care at all.
"I'm so delicate. How could I ever hurt anyone?"
She lifted her coffee cup and took a small sip.
Her brow immediately furrowed.
This bitter coffee was once her favorite.
Now it was almost impossible to swallow.
She waved for the server.
Ordered a new cup.
Coffee was just like people.
If you didn't like it, you should replace it.
Julian glanced at her.
"You're really that hung up on Adrian Sinclair."
It wasn't a question.
It was a statement.
Chloe's smile remained.
"Yes. Absolutely obsessed."
"If anyone dares to steal him, I'll make their life a living hell."
Their eyes locked in a silent battle.
Neither willing to yield.
Julian's voice was low. "Leave Anna Ross alone."
Chloe's smile turned colder.
"If it's her, I'll only be more ruthless."
The new coffee arrived.
She took a sip.
Closed her eyes in satisfaction.
Replacing it was definitely better.
Julian's knuckles turned white.
"For the sake of our past, let her go."
Chloe acted like she'd heard the biggest joke.
"Are you begging me?"
A sharp pain stabbed her heart.
Why did everyone protect Anna Ross?
That bitch stole everything from her.
Her fiancรฉ.
Her ex-boyfriend.
All revolving around her.
Julian took a deep breath.
"She's kindhearted. She wouldn't steal anyone from you."
Chloe slammed the table and stood up.
"She wouldn't? Hanging around Adrian all day, pretending to be pure!"
"Chloe Valentine!"
Julian's sharp voice cut her off.
His eyes were icy and terrifying.
Chloe was startled.
Then her anger flared even hotter.
She grabbed her purse.
Her voice was shrill. "You think I still care about you? Don't flatter yourself!"
She turned and rushed out of the cafรฉ.
Leaving behind a room full of whispers.
Julian remained seated.
His brow deeply furrowed.
He would never let Anna Ross get hurt.