The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1596

Chapter 1596

Impressive, really.

From a man’s perspective, for every move she made previously, he assumed there was a powerful male figure supporting her from the shadows. No one could always turn the tables so easily without some help. His suspicions only deepened when her relationship with the Harper family's eldest grandson came to light.

Everything, he believed, was orchestrated by Damon. But today's encounter shattered his long-held beliefs. This woman was genuinely intelligent.

It wasn't that she thought of things others couldn't, but rather, she always seemed to be one step ahead, accurately predicting the countermeasures. On closer thought, she had always been like this - considering all possibilities, preparing for the worst, and always ready for battle.b2

Looking back, it was only natural that the Harper Group would step in to clear things up. The Harper family valued their reputation and wouldn't allow inconsequential matters to affect the company's interests.

They fell short of Chloe because they were reactive, always responding to immediate challenges. Chloe, on the other hand, had prepared her most lethal weapon right from the start. The USB she gave him was proof of that.

Moreover, he had a feeling that the old servant who stepped forward had somehow crossed her in the past, forcing her to fight and drive that servanrt into a corner.

"Nice one, Jack! We all thought you were going to get fired when you argued with the deputy editor! You've got guts! If anyone else had beaten us to this story, even by a minute, the deputy editor would've gone ballistic!"

“Absolutely! And if we'd published this news immediately like the deputy editor wanted, it wouldn't have made such a splash! What perfect timing!"

“Couldn't agree more. This is the perfect moment. Jack, don't forget to treat us when you get your bonus this month!"

Jack gave a smile, and his mind was still in a fog. The online click rates and traffic were skyrocketing at an

alarming rate. Chloe was a media darling. It was hard to imagine how dull P City would be without her.

Chloe approached the gate of the complex and soon stopped, turning to the servants trailing behind her.

She said, "I don't need help here. Marina is at Greenfield Village. You can go there"

The servants weren't familiar with Greenfield Village, but the mention of Marina brought smiles to their faces.

They replied, "Thank you, ma'am, for standing up for us. I saw some of the comments online when we were in

the car. If you need to clear things up, we were all there. We can testify that Addie only told half- truths. We can

explain everything that happened."

Chloe gave a faint smile and raised an eyebrow, "It's fine. I think everyone understands by now."

The servants exchanged confused glances, not quite understanding Chloe's words. But they didn't ask. They

had been servants for a long time and it was an unwritten rule not to pry into the employer's business.

Chloe went upstairs, leaving the bodyquard to take the servants to Greenfield Village. The servants climbed into

the car, their minds full of questions. When they checked their phones and saw the trending topic online, they

let out a shriek.

“Oh my God! There's a video online! It's from when Addie bullied us today!"

“I see it! It must be from the surveillance camera!"

"It's so clear! I think I was too lenient with Addie. Should've been tougher!"

"People online are lambasting Addie! Serves her right! Disrespectful old witch! She's hit rock bottom! I wonder

who Mr. Presley will believe now?!"

After the press conference, Addie went back to Harper's Mansion with Robin. She had checked the online reactions during the conference. Seeing the various insults towards Chloe made her gleeful, especially the harsher ones.

It served her right! Showing off and taking the servants away and treating her like that, this was her retribution.

Addie’s mood couldn't have been better.

Servants could be replaced. After all, the Harper family offered high salaries. People would be breaking their necks to work for them.

But she never expected that within the short time it took for her to get home, the tide had already turned.

Robin, with no airs about him, allowed her to share his car. Seeing Addie in high spirits, he gave a slight smirk, “I've arranged for new servants at home. After you get back, assess them and keep the competent ones you can manage. You'll have to handle the private affairs at Harper's Mansion. You've worked hard today. In recognition of your years of dedicated service to the Harper family, I'll give you a raise.”

Upon hearing this, Addie’s glum face immediately brightened into a smile, “Thank you, Mr. Robin. It's my duty.

Ms. Summers said she would pay those brats a whopping ten grand a month. Even after all these years at the Harper family, my salary hasn't even doubled theirs. Ten grand, that's almost as much as I make. "

Even the driver felt a shiver run down his spine. She was obviously hinting at wanting a bigger raise, aiming for double what others were making. Even the drivers and assistants working for Mr. Robin didn't earn several tens of thousands a month. She was such a greedy old witch.

Robin simply flashed a nonchalant smile, “Well, this time I'll grant you a double raise. You've earned it.”

Addie couldn't help but beam, pain forgotten, "Thank you, Mr. Robin, thank you! Ms. Summers is truly audacious. No matter how close she is to Mr. Damon, she can't just barge into Harper's

Mansion and take away all the staff just to irk the old man. And as for Mr. Damon, I can't understand his unyielding devotion to this woman.”

Robin maintained his serene smile, but a hint of icy annoyance flickered in his eyes.

They arrived at Harper's Mansion in the late afternoon, and the early winter twilight was already setting in.

Following Robin's instructions, Addie hurriedly went to interview the newly appointed staff, planning to select a few to prepare dinner. However, as soon as she entered the living room, she was met with a sight of suitcases piled up by the door. About a dozen people stood in the spacious living room, hands clasped in front of them and heads slightly bowed, not uttering a word.

Presley, on the other hand, was seated on the couch, holding onto his cane. His face was showing an ominous shade of pale.