Chapter 459: Anglo Is My Brother

"Is Deewa here?"

The voice coming from the kitchen sent a shiver down Deewa’s spine. It was both unfamiliar and yet strangely, intimately familiar. Just hearing that magnetic tone was enough to make her panties grow slightly damp.

Luis smiled as he carried out a clay pot, bare-chested and wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, embodying the very image of the man of the house.

He was the one who had taken her virginity from behind, who had used both her holes, and who, after finishing, had forced her to suck the cock he’d just pulled from her ass. To put it bluntly, even if Luis were reduced to ashes, Deewa would still recognize him.

"You... you two..."

Deewa’s voice was already trembling.

She knew Luis and her sister-in-law were undoubtedly carrying on an affair, even if she lacked solid proof. She just never imagined Luis would appear in Chloe’s home, and in the role of the male host, no less.

The man’s smile was bright, yet tinged with a lewd, salacious quality that made her feel her very insides squirm.

Chloe brought over bowls and chopsticks, her smile perfectly natural. "You probably know each other, so I won’t bother with introductions. My man is Nancy’s brother-in-law, so that should clarify things for you."

Deewa was utterly stunned, her words coming out in a slight stammer. "B-but... he has a wife."

"So what? I have a husband, and I’m just waiting for the divorce."

Chloe took her hand and guided her to sit down, giggling. "Deewa, since when did you become so old-fashioned? What era is this? Don’t tell me you’re thinking of tattling to his wife."

"No, no, I’ll keep your secret," Deewa said, her expression troubled. "I just never, ever imagined the two of you would be together."

She was genuinely shocked. Judging by this trend, had this guy slept with all three of the legendary campus belles from the flight attendant academy?

"Fate works in mysterious ways sometimes. Nancy knows about us," Chloe said softly, smiling. "She’s been keeping our secret. You’d better not ruin this for me."

"She knows too?!" Deewa’s mind momentarily short-circuited.

A woman’s intuition is usually sharp. In fact, Chloe had harbored suspicions about the relationship between Luis and her nephew’s wife. When you got right down to it, even if it was her own sister, what kind of man would spend that much money to buy her a Mercedes-Benz G-Class outright?

Chloe knew perfectly well what Daniel’s financial situation had been like before, idle, doing nothing but sponging off his parents.

First a Cayenne, then a G-Class, all that jewelry and those bags, and now he’d spent a fortune opening this bar.

Could Daniel and his brother-in-law possibly be that close?

She’d never believe it. The only explanation was that the sister-in-law and the brother-in-law were sleeping together.

Yet Chloe had never breathed a word of inquiry. Truthfully, she was aware of the gossip swirling in the Whatsapp group, that Nancy had likely taken a young, wealthy lover behind her husband’s back, becoming the envy of all their friends.

The moment she learned Luis’s relative in the community was Nancy, she knew the two must be involved.

But she wasn’t in any position to cast stones at her nephew’s wife right now. Besides, since Daniel seemed oblivious, Chloe, preferring to avoid unnecessary drama, chose to play dumb.

"What’s so strange about that?" Chloe chuckled, her gaze lingering on Deewa. "You’re usually so unflappable, Deewa. Why the sudden shock?"

Deewa shot Luis a look brimming with resentment and snorted. "You really can’t judge a book by its cover. I just never thought someone was so capable that even you, Chloe, fell for his sweet talk."

"I’m not exactly repulsive, so that’s hardly fair," Luis said with an easy laugh as he lifted the lid of the clay pot. A uniquely clear, savory aroma wafted out.

Chloe immediately began ladling out the soup, a stew of morel mushrooms, conch meat, and abalone. With the finest, freshest ingredients, just a touch of salt to heighten the flavors made it exceptionally delicious.

"You can actually cook???" Deewa took a tentative sip, then nodded in clear approval.

"And it couldn’t possibly be my handiwork?" Chloe quipped, enjoying her own bowl.

"You? Please. You and Nancy are two peas in a pod. If either of you cooks and doesn’t manage to poison someone, it’d be a miracle." Deewa helped herself to another bowl, not bothering to mask her derision.

Chloe was no doormat. She shot back with a pointed look, "Says the paragon of domestic virtue."

While the primary rivalry existed between Deewa and Nancy, Chloe, as one of the trio of legendary campus belles, was naturally swept into that competitive undercurrent.

Getting married and having children, then becoming relatives with Nancy through marriage, had dulled the edge of their old, inexplicable friction. But ultimately, whenever strikingly beautiful women gathered, these barbed, thinly veiled jabs were inevitable.

"I wouldn’t go that far, but at least I wouldn’t kill anyone with my cooking," Deewa retorted, finishing her second bowl and sampling the conch meat with a nod of praise. "Your skills are genuinely impressive. Who’d have thought a womanizing scoundrel like you had this in him?"

"I may have a wandering eye, but I’m not a scoundrel, okay?" Luis protested lightly.

After a few more moments of banter, Chloe steered the conversation to the lawsuit involving Nova Media. "Deewa, you seem to know that place quite well. I remember you were warning people in the group not to go there before."

Deewa was silent for a beat before replying, "It’s nothing major. Anglo is my brother."

"Your brother?!" Both Luis and Chloe were floored. This was a connection they’d never have guessed.

"Was, anyway. We’ve cut ties." Deewa stated it matter-of-factly. "Otherwise, I wouldn’t have stuck my nose in others’ business, warning everyone in the group, only to get ganged up on and shot down by Nancy and Chena."

After wiping her mouth, having finished her soup, Deewa added coolly, "His affairs are none of my concern. Frankly, if he’s headed for ruin, I’d be glad to see it."

With the topic closed so definitively, further questions felt inappropriate. After a slightly awkward pause, Chloe stood up. "I should go check on the kids. Sweetheart, you can drive Deewa home later."

"Sure."

Nancy was using the Mercedes G-Class, and Chloe’s Nissan was back, so Luis simply took her car to drive Deewa away.

Once they were in the vehicle, Deewa turned her head and fixed her gaze directly on Luis. Out of the blue, she stated flatly, "You still owe me money from last time you fucked me."

Luis nearly choked, completely blindsided by her sudden, brutally direct statement. The worst part was, she looked dead serious, not like she was joking at all.