Romans & histoires Chloe Baker

As soon as the woman arrived, the guests present gasped in surprise. "Oh my goodness, that's Chloe!" "Chloe is Faldoria's top designer. She ranks among the top ten best designers in the world, and her designs are always bestsellers…" "Chloe will surely comment on the Clusian's work! This is going to get interesting!" The comments section of the livestream was even more lively. Someone asked, "Do you guys think Chloe will praise or criticize Mrs. Ripley?"

She slightly moved her lips, revealing a smile, and asked, "May I know how to address both of you?" "My name is Chloe Brook, you can just call me Chloe. As for my mom, you can call her Auntie Grace," the beautiful woman replied. Chloe, known as Charming Chloe since her school days because of her beautiful and alluring appearance, has been called that by colleagues and friends until now. As long as she doesn't speak, she appears to be an elegant young lady, but once she opens her mouth, that image is shattered.

“You know I’m a lawyer. I’d make sure you get custody of Tessa. Don’t you worry.” “Really?” I sniffed, looking up at her. “I promise you.” She swore to me, her eyes swirling with determination. I sighed in relief. Chloe was one of the most sought-after lawyers in New York. If she says she’s going to win a case, nothing can stop her. “Alright, this depressing mood is no good.” She lifted my head and stood up. “Stand up, we’re going clubbing.” I shook my head and grunted in reply. “I don’t think I can.”

she let out a breathy, mocking laugh—“you’re clinging to Ezra Montgomery. A man with a hidden wife, for God’s sake. Don’t you feel shame? You divorced Damien, didn’t you? So why are you still lurking in our lives like some desperate ex?” I smiled. That slow, dangerous kind of smile people usually regret drawing out of me. “Oh, sweetie,” I purred. “You keep thinking Damien chose you. You think I’m here to win him back?” I took a step closer, watching her flinch, “No, darling. I’m here to end him.” Chloe suddenly burst out laughing, a sharp, mocking cackle that echoed off the bathroom tiles. “Oh my God,” she gasped between wheezes of laughter, pointing at me like I was some comedy act. “Are yo

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

He demanded, arching his brow. “We should have met in a better place than this, but sadly we are meeting here because you didn’t acknowledge my invitation,” Chloe said taughtinly, approaching Jackson. “I’m Chloe. Chloe Anderson, CEO of the Anderson Group,” she stretched her hand forward to Jackson, which he took begrudgingly. When Chloe asked her spy to dig up information about Jackson, she had been informed that he was owing a loan that would be due soon; she thought it was an opportunity to strike...

The woman awkwardly smiled and looked at Deven. Deven laughed and said, "Mr. Whitney, you’re just being modest. Alright, I’ll introduce again. This is Chloe Moore, the winner of the last Star Cup Singer Competition, and also the granddaughter of Thomas Mason. I was here fishing, and I ran into Chloe. What a coincidence that we meet you here too." Afterward, he introduced the young master and Seraphina to her. Seraphina understood. This Chloe was a small celebrity from the entertainment industry. But when Chloe looked at the young master, her gaze was so captivating, it felt like a wave of longing, and Seraphina felt a little bitter inside. Quietly, she grabbed the young master’s hand.

'Show me yours. Chloe felt a surge of confidence, her pastry chef instincts kicking in despite the butterflies in her stomach. She moved to a workstation, spotting ingredients neatly organized—flour, sugar, fresh fruits, and blocks of chocolate. 'Alright,' she said, rolling up her sleeves with a determined smile. 'Let's make something simple but impressive. A chocolate tart with a twist.' She began with precise movements, measuring flour and butter for the crust, her hands deft as she rubbed them together to form crumbs.

"Uh, oh… sorry about that. I didn't realize that you had a mate. And it’s Nix, that’s unbelievable. Sorry and congratulations to both of you." I accepted his apology. "No worries. No harm done." The girl shook her head at his denseness. "I'm Chloe, and this is Greg and Soren." Greg shook my hand. "If you didn't pick it up, Chloe is my mate." I said, "Yes, I noticed." I tilted my head as I examined Soren. "And your mate is Cassie from the library, right? I met her earlier today, she seems nice." Soren shook his head. "No, I haven't met my mate yet."

“Who's that? I've never seen her before.” “You don't need to know.” Jade replied her, trying to unbutton his jacket as well. It seemed as if he was feeling the same heat as Sapphire. But Sapphire swallowed hard, trying to concentrate and act as if she isn't even listening. "That just made me more curious." She folded her arms on her chest, looing at Sapphire in a funny manner. “Hello there, miss. I'm Chloe Charles Biden.” Chole muttered, resting her hands in her hips with a malicious grin across her face.