The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1558

Azriel lifted his eyes, his hand still lightly touching the back of his hand that had been bitten by someone, and he

said generously, “It’s just a loss of thirty billion. It’s too early to talk about disappointment.”

Suddenly, Phoebe in front of him turned around, looking up with a pair of red eyes, glaring at Azriel. “Are you the

one who invested thirty billion in the Alonso family?!”

Azriel hooked the corner of his mouth and spoke casually, “Why? Can’t do that?”

Phoebe’s refined eyes instantly kindled two clusters of flames. “I heard you were not interested in the Alonso family

just now?”

“Yep.“c2

“Why did you suddenly want to give it thirty billion? Are you crazy?”

Phoebe, with her petite figure, stood in front of Azriel, who towered over her. She seemed like a small sparrow

squawking defiantly in front of a hawk. Her angry demeanor was not terrifying at all.

“Phoebe, get out!” Cole was about to be driven mad his daughter. At this critical moment, she was creating a scene

without any sense of propriety. Azriel had kindly invested in the Alonso family, and yet, as a member of the Alonso

family, he got scolded by her. Wasn’t that ingratitude?

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And what about her tone? Somebody offered three hundred billion in funding to them, and she had this ‘mind your

own business‘ attitude. It nearly drove Cole mad.

Phoebe, of course, would not listen to Cole and leave. The thought of making the Alonso family come back to life

made her angry. Knowing that the person who helped the Alonso family was the man in front of her, she was even

more furious. With nowhere to vent her anger, Phoebe looked at the man in front of her with his gentle eyebrows

and cheerful smile. She lifted her foot and kicked him hard on the leg twice. “Mind your own business!”

Cole almost fainted from her actions. Yet, Phoebe felt completely relieved. The more Cole respected this man, the

more she wanted to offend him. Anyway, she was still the second daughter of the Alonso family. If she offended

him, it would make Cole furious, maybe even ruin the partnership, and watching the shock on the faces of the

Alonso family members would be the best outcome for her.

“Why didn’t I just poison you with pasta?!”

Everyone didn’t know what comment was, but the word poison was clearly not something positive.

The face of Mr. Azriel, who had always been courteous, darkened because of her words.

Wendy saw this and knew she couldn’t let Phoebe continue to act recklessly. She stepped forward and held Phoebe.

“Phoebe, I beg you, can you stop making a scene now? Look at yourself, do you know what you look like?”

As she spoke, she stepped forward and blocked Phoebe with her wheelchair. The fundraising is about to begin. If

you don’t settle down, don’t blame me for not caring about sisterhood.”

Phoebe wanted to say something, but was pulled back by Chloe. “Phoebe, that’s enough.” Chloe said lightly, not

caring about the suspicious glances from others. After all, it seemed like Phoebe’s actions today were really

instructed by her. “You should understand that no matter how much you make a scene, this business banquet won’t

change anything.”

Phoebe was unwilling. Her eyes towards Azriel change from anger to disappointment; she bit her lip and didn’t want

to look at him anymore. She nodded, her eyes a little red. “Yes, you’re right. I’m alone, and I can’t change anything.

When they want me to give up my shares, I have to give them up obediently. I have to marry someone who can

help the Alonso family develop, and I have to marry obediently. I’m stupid. I’m making a fool of myself in front of so

many people, and in the end, I can’t change anything.”

Phoebe’s tone was bleak, her smile bitter. Wendy, on the other hand, was smiling, feeling extraordinarily happy

about what Phoebe had said. Yeah, her only value was this.

Chloe shook her head and gently patted her shoulder, “You’re overthinking. Who says you’re alone? Don’t you still

have me? Don’t worry. I won’t let what you just said happen.”

Even if she didn’t care, she believed that some people wouldn’t sit back and do nothing. And the situation wasn’t as

bad as she imagined. Phoebe turned her head, her eyes red and looked at Chloe somewhat aggrievedly. When she

saw Chloe’s smiling face, her heart inexplicably calmed down.

Wendy saw Chloe quickly calm down the somewhat agitated Phoebe with just a few words and snorted coldly to

herself. She then turned her gaze to Azriel, who was standing nearby. She smiled and said, “Well, Ms. Summers, I

just mentioned that I have the opportunity to introduce someone who can help the Alonso family through the crisis.

Now that we’re all here, this is Mr. Azriel.”

Phoebe, upon hearing Wendy’s obvious attempt to flaunt her connection with Azriel to Chloe, shot Azriel a fierce

glare. She let go of Chloe’s hand and decided to move away, preferring the “out of sight, out of mind” approach.

However, she had not taken two steps before she passed by Azriel. He extended his long arm and blocked her path.

LetPhoebe raised her hand to push away the arm in front of her, but that arm curled around her waist, bringing her

into his embrace.

Everyone was dazzled and didn’t know what had happened.

Phoebe’s face was buried in Azriel’s chest, her nose aching from the impact against his firm chest, tears welling up

in her eyes. “What the hell are you doing?!”

Phoebe was really pissed off at this man today. The reason he suddenly dressed her up like this was to bring her to

a dinner party hosted by the Alonso family?

She knew that, given his capabilities, he would be able to discover that she was the unfortunate second daughter of

the Alonso family, neglected by her father and stepmother.

What was his real motive behind bringing her here? Did he think that because he had helped the Alonsos, she

should be grateful to him?

Azriel’s large hand traced its way around her slender nape, gripping with just one hand the sides of her face,

forcing her to meet his gaze. His actions

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seemed strange, yet they revealed a man’s domineering control over a woman. His eyes bore into Phoebe’s, his

voice calm yet laced with an undertone of indulgence and threat.

“My old wound hasn’t healed, yet you added a new one for me. Where do you think you’re going, huh?”