Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Chloe didn't let Jacob down on stage. She made sure to mention over and over that she was representing Belle Époque. Unfortunately, the audience just wasn't having it. Thanks to all the rumors and gossip flying around online, people were going nuts boycotting Belle Époque. The more Chloe spoke, the sorrier the audience felt for her, and the more intense the boycott became.

Jacob was struggling to breathe, feeling sharp pains in his chest. Leah noticed something was off. "Jacob, are you okay?" she asked, worried.

Jacob had a heart attack.

The Paris Fashion Contest wrapped up in the middle of this dramatic turn of events. This year's contest had more eyes on it than ever before, and the buzz didn't die down after it ended-it only grew.

Chloe finally stepped out of the Grand Palace. She took a deep breath of the fresh air and allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. Everything had gone just as she had planned. Belle Époque's stock would definitely plummet tomorrow.

She hadn't intended for things to get this messy. If Lisa hadn't cut her model's shoes, almost ruining her chance to walk the stage, she wouldn't have gone to such extremes. If someone messed with Chloe, she would not be the one to back down.

Lisa had it coming.

"Where are you headed?" Pax called out as he ran after her. It was night by now. He had washed off his makeup and changed into a simple white T- shirt and clean, sleek sweatpants, looking like a typical student with his backpack slung over one shoulder.

Chloe watched him with a soft smile. "Thanks for saving the show tonight. What do you want to eat? It's on me."

Pax smiled shyly, his dimples just visible. "Well, since you're offering, I'd love a candle-lit dinner," he said. "I've been in France for three years but never had a proper French meal because it's so expensive. I'm heading back home soon and want to try it before I leave. This seems like the perfect chance to take you up on your offer."

Chloe didn't hesitate. "No problem. Pick any top-tier restaurant in France, and it's my treat."

Pax lit up. "There's a Michelin three-star restaurant right next to the Grand Palace. I've heard their roast crème brûlée and foie gras with truffles are to die for. How about we go there?"

He could tell Chloe was doing well financially, and with the prize money from the contest, he didn't hold back. Chloe nodded. "Sounds good."

Just as Pax was about to head off,

he noticed Chloe still standing there

as if waiting for someone. She seemed to read his mind. "We're just waiting for Nina. She's in the

restroom and should be out soon. The three of us will go together." Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

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Nina was Chloe's assistant for the event and had been working tirelessly for 48 hours without a single complaint. Chloe had a soft spot for her.

It would be the three of them instead of just him and Chloe. Pax felt a tiny pang of disappointment but quickly shook it off. "Alright, I'll go ahead and make the reservation. You two can join me in a bit."

That night, the three of them had a great time dining together. French meals were known for serving one dish at a time, extending the meal time. But with good conversation, the time flew by.

Chloe suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, "Pax, what brought you to the fashion show?"