Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce Chapter 226: Are You Satisfied Now?

Walker Grant’s sharp brows furrowed. "Chloe, I did what you said. Why aren’t you happy?"

Chloe Reed let out two perfunctory laughs. "Oh, I’m thrilled."

The next second, her smile vanished. "Are you satisfied now?"

Walker Grant’s handso face imdiately darkened.

Just then, his phone rang. It was a call from Dylan Finch.

"Speak."

Dylan Finch imdiately picked up on the cold irritation in his voice. He swallowed nervously and said, "Mr. Grant, the international conference call starts in ten minutes."

Walker Grant hung up without another word.

Chloe Reed had already taken her script and gone to the conference room.

Her indifference and mockery left him feeling incredibly agitated.

He turned and left.

Kyle Coleman’s brows furrowed slightly as he watched Chloe Reed walk in with a sullen look on her face. "You seem off."

"I’m fine," Chloe Reed said. She glanced at the rest of the script and estimated there was about a month of work left.

Kyle Coleman was stern. "Don’t bring personal feelings into your work. We can’t have it affecting your voice."

"Yeah, I know."

After the eting, she went into the recording booth.

After a busy afternoon, she ca out feeling parched.

She went to the breakroom, made a glass of lemonade, and sipped it slowly.

After work, she went straight to the mall, bought so household supplies, and had them delivered to her new ho.

Once she was done shopping, she went to the security office and gave them the na and phone number of the person she wanted to blacklist, which they entered into their system.

The security guard smiled broadly. "Rest assured, ma’am. This person will absolutely not be allowed into the complex."

Chloe Reed’s lips curved into a smile. "Thank you."

"It’s our job, ma’am!" the guard replied.

She carried her purchases back to her new ho.

However, her every move was being watched by hidden bodyguards, who reported everything to Walker Grant.

In the dim light of the car, Walker Grant stared at the stream of ssages on his phone, his expression growing darker by the second.

Nathaniel Monroe, sitting beside him, sensed the oppressive atmosphere and quickly asked, "Walker, what’s wrong?"

Walker Grant glanced at him and asked, "Do you own any property in Maplewood Gardens?"

Nathaniel Monroe looked blank for a mont, trying to recall. He owned so much real estate that it was hard to keep track.

But Walker Grant had little patience and simply stared at him coldly.

Nathaniel Monroe clapped his hands. "Ah, I rember! I have a villa over there. Why?"

"Transfer it to ,"

Walker Grant said in a cold voice.

Nathaniel Monroe was confused. "Why the sudden interest in a house there?"

Walker Grant said, "Take your pick of any car in my garage."

"Deal!"

Nathaniel Monroe imdiately dropped his objections. His eyes sparkled as he was already imagining which car he would pick.

’The cars in Walker’s garage are all limited editions!’

Walker Grant turned off his phone, his thin lips curling into a faint, chilling smile.

’Fine.’

’Just brilliant.’

’To think she’d move all the way out there just to avoid .’

’Did she really think that would be enough to stop ?’

...

Chloe Reed was on a video call with Iris Yates, giving her a tour of her new ho.

Iris Yates said in surprise, "This place is gorgeous! I have to co visit! Have you eaten yet? How about I bring over so hot pot ingredients?"

"That would be amazing!"

Chloe Reed’s eyes lit up.

It had been a while since she’d had hot pot, and she was craving it.

"Wait for , I’ll be there in a flash!"

After hanging up, Chloe Reed did a quick tidy-up before heading to the kitchen to pull out what little cookware she had.

There wasn’t much, and it was all a bit basic, but it was enough for two people.

A short while later, the intercom buzzed. Startled, she walked over to answer it. "Hello, who is this?"

"It’s , Preston Vance."

A gentle male voice ca through the speaker. "I saw your lights were on. Did you move in tonight?"