Chapter 1399 - 1395: Only a Blind Man Would Want Your Woman
Constantine Stewart thought to himself that getting intercepted halfway was bad enough, but originally planning to block her downstairs at her place, only to end up blocking her at another man’s house, left him a little breathless with anger.
"Go check out this Finnian," the man said sinisterly, causing the air pressure in the car to drop dramatically.
Zheng Gu, feeling as if he were sitting on pins and needles in the driver’s seat, quickly responded, "Alright, Mr. Stewart. Miss Winston might not be back anytime soon. Should I take you to eat first instead?"
Constantine Stewart let out a cold laugh. Hah, the woman’s run off, and you think I’m in the mood for food?
So Zheng Gu silently shut his mouth, continuing to sit uncomfortably with Mr. Stewart as they waited.
The man lowered his eyes, continuing to watch the WeChat group. However happy Chloe Winston was now, he would make her cry just as hard later.
Finnian hung up the phone and saw Chloe Winston holding her phone, smiling as she busily typed away. He laughed and said, "Chloe, I asked around for you. There’s one last two-story villa available, not far from where I live, at Building 8. If you want to buy it, I can help you apply."
There were indeed a few houses left in the community that hadn’t been sold. It wasn’t that no one wanted to buy them, but they weren’t for sale, kept reserved for emergencies. Finnian had to put in some effort to secure an extra one, whereas the Shaw Family might just need to say a few words.
Finnian could roughly guess that the young lady had good relations with the Shaw Family, but the favor was still on his side, right?
Upon hearing this, Chloe Winston joyfully stood up, her eyes bright and sparkling, and sweetly asked, "Really? Won’t the application be troublesome?"
"No, but I’ll need some of your personal information to vouch for you; it has to go through approval. The Building 8 villa faces the lake, so it’s a bit pricey at 3 million yuan for 300 square meters, but once approved, you can apply for a loan, with only a 30% down payment required," Finnian thoughtfully explained everything clearly.
A 5 million yuan lakefront villa? Chloe Winston’s eyes lit up, then she secretly calculated, with her more than 3 million in bank account, the down payment was definitely enough. Once she got paid from the variety show, she’d be able to fully pay for the house.
"Thank you, Finn, I’ll treat you to lunch," Chloe Winston knew she owed him a huge favor and kept it in her heart, deciding not to bully Desmond Wood in the future.
"Let’s save your treat for next time. Today you’re the guest. I’ll cook, and you make yourself at home while I prepare the meal," Finnian chuckled warmly. "Why don’t you ask Desmond if he has time to come over for dinner?"
"Got it." Watching him roll up his sleeves and head into the kitchen with the appearance of an elegant gentleman, Chloe Winston’s cheeks reddened, wow, he’s really handsome.
The person who marries Finnian will definitely be happy. Both are well-dressed and noble, but Finn is the picture of a new-age good man, unlike Constantine Stewart, who wouldn’t even cook, being incredibly picky about food. Hah, one is like clouds in the sky, and the other, mud on the ground.
Chloe Winston inwardly despised Constantine Stewart quite a bit, then resolved to earn more and repay Finnian’s favor.
"Desmond, your brother wants you home for dinner." Chloe Winston tagged Desmond Wood in the group chat.
"Aww, my dear brother remembers I’m starving, I’m coming, on the way." Desmond Wood cried out in the group chat, making a fuss for attention.
"I’m envious of those with brothers, and envious of those with food," Wendy Starling pitifully said in the group chat, "I’m still filming a crazy commercial, the clients are insane."
"I want to go to the diplomat’s house for a meal too." The director, Daniel, tormented to exhaustion, bounced back after a night’s rest, and said with ghostly laughter.
"Envy +1," William Zamora chimed in for attention.
"Envy +2," Vicky Webb unusually joined in.
Charles Taylor stayed silent.
The long-silent Ruo Yi’er posted an aloof and elegant emoji and lightly remarked, "Chloe, you and Desmond are quite close, going to his house to eat? Seems like a special relationship."
Ruo Yi’er had been heavily criticized during her three seasons of variety show filming. Returning to Starshine Media, the executives even held a special meeting to discuss it, instructing her agent to stop acting like a spoiled princess and stop playing the delicate white flower act, as netizens weren’t buying it. She was told to learn from Chloe Winston to gain goodwill; if she continued being criticized like this, she’d have to withdraw from the show to save her image.
Ruo Yi’er was so angry she nearly argued with the executives; Chloe Winston, Chloe Winston, everyone kept mentioning Chloe Winston, was this woman a destined calamity for her?
Ruo Yi’er’s words were clearly meant for Constantine Stewart.
"Oh, isn’t this a bit sour? My brother just likes Chloe Winston and is cooking for her, what’s wrong with that?" Desmond Wood teased sarcastically.
Ruo Yi’er: "If you’re capable, make Chloe your sister-in-law then."
Chloe Winston sent an adorable emoji and cheerfully said, "I love men who cook, a man who can’t cook won’t cherish his wife after marriage."
Constantine Stewart is the example—scumbag.
Constantine Stewart, who knew how to cook but was too lazy to do so, dropped the corners of his lips discontentedly; he only liked cooking with Chloe Winston. He didn’t like cooking in general, but if Chloe Winston was sweet and compliant, he’d occasionally cook to coax her.
However, the man coldly stated, "With a dozen international chefs at home, I don’t need to cook."
Charles Taylor: "I’m planning to learn cooking too, aiming to become a grand chef, to cherish my wife."
Constantine Stewart: "..."
"Hahaha, old Charles, I’m rooting for you. By the time you learn, the cabbage will be cold," Desmond Wood laughed maniacally.
"Chloe, secretly take a picture of the diplomat cooking, I want to see," Wendy Starling quietly tagged Chloe Winston with starry eyes.
"Will do." Chloe Winston stood up and walked to the kitchen, where Finnian’s kitchen had an open cooking counter. The man wore a gray apron, tall and slim, and was cooking braised prawns.
Chloe Winston stealthily snapped a picture, without showing his face, just a side view, then sent it to the group, which instantly erupted with exclamations.
"Wow, wow, wow, I’m impressed by this handsomeness."
"Of course, look at me to see how handsome my brother is," Desmond Wood boasted proudly.
"It’s a pity he’s not in the entertainment sector, clearly could have lived off his looks, yet chooses to rely on talent," Daniel laughed knowingly.
Dimitri Taylor pretended to be invisible.
Upon seeing such a handsome man, a high-ranking government diplomat who could cook, Ruo Yi’er was infuriated. In her mind, Chloe Winston deserved to marry a straightforward, average man, ideally an oily middle-aged man—how could a divorced woman like her be fit to marry a diplomat?
The diplomat might not even know Chloe Winston was divorced, Ruo Yi’er thought maliciously, sneering.
Constantine Stewart squinted, thinking Finnian didn’t look as handsome as him or have as much money, not to mention family background. Was Chloe Winston blind?
"Can’t blame you for being blind. Next time, I’ll take you to get your eyes checked," the man sneered, determined to teach Chloe Winston a lesson that night.
The boss’s words brought an eerie silence to the group.
Chloe Winston: "Anyone who likes you must be blind."
Mr. Stewart: "!!!"
Everyone was shocked, damn, Chloe Winston 666666, she dared to retort even at Mr. Stewart?