Chapter 267

be happy, and you want to make him happy, he deserves no happiness" she said.

Amanda shuddered and pondered on what Jo has done to this woman that she bore such a grudge against him.

She mustered courage and asked, "what did my husband do to you?" 

Linda's face darkened, she lifted her hand and landed her palm on Amanda's cheek.

Smack!

"Fuck you!" She yelled crazily, ruffling her hair.

She kicked her.

"He will never marry you, I will make sure of that," she said, her lips curled up in disdain, she snatched a gun from one of the men watching over Amanda.

Berger handed over the glass filled with vodka to Chloe, she smiled brilliantly and received it.

"Thank you"

Berger sat down and picked up the glass of drink he was drinking and gulped it down.

"Thank you" he responded.

The both of them sat quietly, watching two couples grinding at each other, Berger's eyes dim, and he felt sudden heat all over his body.

His eyes became heavy, and his hormones rage, he stared briefly at Chloe's laps without restrain.

"Not good, I have to go home," he said, and stood on his feet, his eyes blurry.

Chloe stood, and put her arms on his back "are you okay?" He inquired.

"I am fine" he mumbled.

"I am going to help you get home, you are drunk" Chloe quickly said and led him out.

The both of them came out and went to the car, parked at a dark corner, Chloe put him in the back seat, and wanted to move away.

"Come here"

Berger said instinctively, he pulled her arm and fell on him, Chloe's heartbeat wildly while staring at his face.

Berger's arms roamed her back without restrain, he captured her lips, and nudged her lips open with his tongue, he roamed her mouth.

"Oh!"

Chloe moaned into his mouth, their movements became frantic, and they shut the car door, the car became to shake, loud moans came out of their mouth, as they rocked themselves in the boat of pleasure.

Jo stood on his balcony looking at the bustling city absentmindedly, he held a bottle of spirit in his hand. He sighed bitterly and gulped a mouthful of the drink directly from the bottle.

He turned around when he heard footfalls approaching him, a man in his early fifties, came to him.

"Boss, we went to spy on Linda, her location couldn't be determined," he said, lowering his head.

Jo glared at him, he smashed the bottle of spirit on the marble floor and grabbed the man's shirt.

"I don't care if she has gone to heaven, I want to know every one of her movements, who she talks to, and who she even calls, even what she does every day, I want everything, damn it!"

He yelled and ruffled his hair, he sighed bitterly, tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

Jeane stepped forward to intervene "Jo, I have an idea" she suggested.