Mr. CEO's Ex-Wife: A Cunning Comeback-Chapter 336: Is He Trying To Play Hard To Get?

Philip opened the door, laughing. "I bought some pickled herring and grilled it for a sandwich. It’s really tasty. Want to try?"

He held the sandwich up to Kane’s mouth. Kane took one look and ran away. "Don’t come near me!"

"Try it! It’s amazing with mayonnaise and a little black pepper!" Philip said, still chasing Kane around.

Kane darted behind Chantelle. "If I did something wrong and deserve to be punished, take me to court! Don’t feed me weird stuff!"

Chantelle laughed, clearly amused. Then her smile faded slightly as she turned to Philip and asked, "How’s Mr. Wilson’s condition?"

"It’s just a virus. He won’t die!" Philip blurted out, talking faster than he could think.

The moment he realized what he’d said, he grabbed his plate and bolted into the room.

Chantelle knew she wouldn’t get anything more out of him, so she decided to spend the night there.

Later that evening, she shared a room with Thea. As Thea went through her beauty routine, she asked, "Chantie, what’s really going on between you and Mr. Wilson? He told me to keep an eye on you, but he won’t even see you himself. Is he trying to play hard to get?"

"Who knows?" Chantelle said, resting her chin on her hands, thinking about what had happened at the Wilson residence.

Even though he looked badly hurt, he could still stand. His face was clean, and his clothes were neat.

"I heard you asking Philip something earlier. What did he mean by ’virus’?" Thea asked, leaning closer towards her.

"Someone probably injected him with some kind of virus. Maybe that’s why he’s hiding from me," Chantelle said, though her mind was elsewhere.

"That doesn’t make sense at all," Thea replied. "Why would having a virus make him avoid you? Is he dying and hoping you’ll forget about him? He’s not that dramatic, right?"

Dramatic?

Chantelle thought back to the way Daniel looked at her when she showed up at the mansion. First, there was fear in his eyes, then worry, then anger.

Is the virus contagious?

"Wait... don’t tell me I actually guessed right?" Thea blurted out, noticing Chantelle frowning and deep in thought.

Chantelle gave her a light poke on the forehead. "Did you forget they call him the Demon King of Easthan? He’s not the type to do something that dramatic."

"Hmm, true. Then why’s he avoiding you? Don’t tell me he got some STD?" Thea said that as her mind was already running wild, and coming up with all sorts of strange guesses.

"If you really want to know, go ask Philip," Chantelle said, giving her a sideways glance.

Without missing a beat, Thea marched out of the room, her charcoal face mask still on.

A few seconds later, Philip’s scream echoed down the hallway. "Ahhh! A ghost!"

Somehow, after seeing Daniel, Chantelle felt like a weight had been lifted. She couldn’t explain what it was, but the stress and frustration she’d carried for days had faded.

With her mind clearer, she turned her focus to more important things.

She pressed a button on her watch, and her clothes instantly changed. Her casual outfit was replaced by a sleek, tight leather suit.

The suit could resist blades, fire, and even acid.

She walked over to the window and jumped out. The moment she left the ground, a small silver hook shot out and latched onto the window railing.

Chantelle hadn’t felt the thrill of jumping from the 88th floor in a long time.

"Chantie!" a voice shouted as she passed the 85th floor. A small figure leaped out of a window and joined her in midair.

Seconds later, a window on the 83rd floor suddenly shattered.

Inside, the man sleeping on the bed jolted awake, only to realize he couldn’t move. His entire body was frozen, and only his eyes could move. It felt like sleep paralysis.

"Long time no see, Jo," Chantelle said as she stepped up to the bed and gave Joseph a playful wink.

After hearing about Chantelle’s accident, Joseph had moved to the 83rd floor of Silver Crest Global District.

He never went to find her on the 88th floor, but now she had come straight to him. And more than that, she had him completely cornered.

That’s the Chantie I remember.

"Chantie, why don’t we finish him off for good?" Thirteen said, jabbing his finger hard into Joseph’s face. He’d wanted to do that for a while.

However, Joseph had always looked too serious.

"Thirteen, don’t be so mean to Jo," Chantelle said, shaking her head in disapproval.

Thirteen pouted his mouth and lightly patted Joseph’s cheek. "I wanted to test out my newest torture device, but Chantie won’t let me do it."

"That’s enough. Let’s focus on the task," Chantelle said as she motioned for Thirteen to come over.

He grinned and skipped to her side.

Chantelle and Thirteen entered the room next to Joseph’s and found Fred lying still on the bed, just like Joseph.

"You really like cars, huh? Then let’s have more fun with them," Chantelle said, glancing at Thirteen.

Thirteen took a gunny sack from his backpack and stuffed Fred into it, who was staring blankly into space.

These people had tried to take her life. Now, they had to be ready for her payback.

Before leaving, Chantelle went back to Joseph’s room.

"Jo, I’m taking Fred with me," she said. "Come get him tomorrow morning at St. Regalia Road."

By then, whether Fred was still whole or not would depend on his luck.

Joseph wasn’t angry at all when he heard Chantelle’s threat. Instead, a small smile appeared on his lips.

After Chantelle’s car accident, he had immediately ordered an investigation. But to his surprise, he ended up being accused as the perpetrator.

Maybe he had spoiled Fred too much. He had trusted him completely, and that made Fred think he could act on his behalf.

Joseph had punished him harshly. During it, Fred kept making excuses, saying he did everything for Joseph’s sake. He said he couldn’t stand seeing Joseph fall for a woman so easily but Joseph’s punishment worked. Fred eventually shut up. After that, there was always a trace of fear in Fred’s eyes whenever he faced Joseph.

Joseph knew the truth. Fred had been placed at his side by his father. On the surface, Fred was there to help him. But in reality, he was there to keep an eye on him.

Joseph understood why. His father still didn’t fully trust him. That’s why Fred had been sent to him.

This was the only reason Joseph let Fred stay by his side. But even so, he couldn’t accept Fred making big decisions for him, especially under the excuse that it was for his own good. He wouldn’t allow that from his father, much less from Fred.

He hoped this heavy blow would teach Fred a lesson.

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