<h4>Chapter 242: Chapter 242: The Chaste and Virtuous Widow</h4>
Chloe Simpson just sat there, staring unblinkingly at Lucas Hughes, unable to believe her ears.
What did he mean when he said that the child in her belly had absolutely nothing to do with him?
Over a month ago, that night it was clearly the two of them...
Suddenly, a jumbled series of images, and the memory of her own disoriented cries of "Alexander" from that night kept echoing in her mind.
Her heart sank with a heavy thud.
Chloe instinctively looked down at her own abdomen.
So, the man from that night wasn’t Lucas Hughes—it was Alexander Johnson!
The child in her belly wasn’t Lucas Hughes’s—it was Alexander Johnson’s!
No! Impossible!
She clenched her hands tightly, her fingernails digging into her flesh, breaking the skin.
Like that, Chloe sat there, dazed, as if turned to stone,pletely unresponsive.
In the end, she didn’t even know when or how Gabrie Dyer’s people had taken her into the car.
It wasn’t until she found herself seated inside, with the car door mming shut with a "bang," that she finally snapped out of it.
She nced at Gabrie Dyer sitting beside her and the few subordinates seated behind them, saying nothing.
She knew that at this moment, saying anything would be pointless, and that Gabrie had no intention of letting her out of the car.
At the same time, she knew that Gabrie probably wouldn’t do anything to her here.
First of all, the gossip about her pregnancy had already hit the top of the trending searches, and she had been taken away by Gabrie in broad daylight.
Gabrie wouldn’t be so foolish as to harm her and cause the whole of Kyohai to spread rumors about what kind of woman Mrs. Johnson was...
"Now look at you—much calmer than I expected. Hah, so all that before was just an act—the whole refusal to divorce Lucas Hughes."
"All that virtuous fidelity, the im that you couldn’t be bought off with money. Miss Simpson, I really underestimated you. Turns out, from the start, you were aiming for the position of Young Mistress Johnson, scheming for the entire Johnson Family."
"Knowing Alexander is the future heir of the Johnson n Group, you advanced by retreating, using every trick to seduce him. Clever, truly clever. For years, I’ve dealt with countless women trying to worm their way into Liam’s life, but I never thought that after half a lifetime of fighting off those trivial women, I’d be blinded by someone like you!"
"You’re good, truly good! But since you dared to blind me, you’d better be prepared to pay the price. Bing Madam Johnson has never been an easy feat, and no one worthy of that title has ever allowed others to control them. You’re the first to dare plot against me!"
"However, on another note, it’ll be quite interesting. Do you know? I suddenly look forward to seeing what you’ll do next, looking forward to the surprises you’ll bring! Better yet, amaze me—amaze the entire Johnson Family!"
Gabrie Dyer’s final words wereden with meaning, her gaze dark and unreadable.
"..."
Chloe stared into Gabrie’s unfathomable eyes without saying a word.
Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming sense of unease, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint where it came from.
But now, there was nothing she could do to resist or escape. All she could do was wait, bide her time, and watch for an opportunity.
At that moment, the driver in the front suddenly spoke up. "Madam, it seems there’s a car behind us that’s tailing us—it’s the young master’s car!"
Chloe quickly turned her head, craning to look behind.
Gabrie, however, simply rolled down the window, leaned out to take a nce, and upon confirming it was Alexander Johnson’s car, narrowed her eyes slightly before smiling.
She pulled her gaze back, adjusted herself in her seat, and curled her lips into a smirk. "Alright then, since Alexander ising along, it’ll be perfect—we can all head back to the Johnson household together!"