After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 619 - 583: Chloe Stephen’s Unique Flirting! (2nd update)

Chapter 619: Chapter 583: Chloe Stephen’s Unique Flirting! (2nd update)

The possibility flashed through her mind, and Chloe Stephens leaped from the high ground to the intersection of Hot Heights.

"Chloe, where are you going?"

"To find the soul reaper."

The girl’s cold voice came from afar, and her figure quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Albert Webb was stunned.

What soul reaper?

*

Chloe jumped up and down across the Imperial Capital, a place filled with hidden talents and dangers.

Even though her figure was caught by someone, they could not chase after her and find her.

Imperial Capital Headquarters of the Slaughter Squad.

As soon as Chloe landed, Beatrix Williams and several team members instantly rushed out.

Seeing the girl clearly in the light, they immediately held back their impact forces.

They turned around, looking at the girl in shock: "Why didn’t you say something when you came in?"

"I’m looking for Len Hawthorne."

"Team Hawthorne is just ahead," Beatrix Williams pointed to a conference corridor.

Chloe walked into the grand building.

People in the conference room were just coming out, and they cast strange glances at Chloe as they passed by.

In the vast conference room, only a tall figure remained, one hand holding a document for reading, and the other a cigarette.

Looking in from the window, Chloe could only see his sharp shape and peerless handsome face.

The light slanted down, and his face’s shadow seemed to cast a faint gray hue beneath his eyes.

Making his handsome face appear even more profound.

At this sight, there was a breathtaking beauty!

Chloe pursed her lips, standing outside admiring the man’s handsome appearance in the light.

Realizing he was being watched, Len Hawthorne looked up and stared back.

In that instant.

It felt like their eyes met for an eternity; the two locked gazes, and the atmosphere quieted down!

Through the glass window, both could clearly see each other’s subtle expressions.

Chloe was the first to look away and walked through the door.

At this point, the girl was completely exposed to the light, looking openly at him.

Len Hawthorne put down the heavy documents, put the cigarette in his mouth, and smiled captivatingly, a hint of tenderness in his eyes, "Little Chloe, what brings you here all of a sudden? Elder brother was just about to leave."

"I wanted to see you."

Len Hawthorne was taken aback.

He slowly narrowed his eyes, his voice growing hoarse, "Does Little Chloe know what she just said?"

"Can’t I see you?" Chloe retorted.

"You seductive little thing," Len Hawthorne took a step forward, smiling as he pulled her into his embrace, looking down at her, "if you can’t promise big brother, don’t tempt him like this. Elder brother is no gentleman."

"I just want to see you, not get in your bed," she responded bluntly.

Len Hawthorne: "..."

Chloe was entirely unaware that her demeanor was more enticing than that of women who dressed seductively and deliberately exuded charm.

Len Hawthorne’s hand on Chloe’s head tightened involuntarily, and his eyes narrowed in sync.

His heart raced uncontrollably.

Chloe tilted her head up, her clear eyes reflecting his image, staring at him so candidly and directly.

Len Hawthorne found himself unable to withstand this pure and unblemished gaze.

His dark eyes roiled with hidden turmoil, and he leaned down to kiss the corner of her mouth, but a soft hand stopped him.

Len Hawthorne’s body stiffened.

Realizing his reckless move, he stepped back awkwardly.

The problem was, her hand that had pushed his face away now rested on his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart with the coolness of her palm.

Len Hawthorne stared at the girl with a profound gaze.

The girl calmly asked, "What are you thinking?"

Len Hawthorne felt this annoying little girl was here for revenge. He forced a bitter smile, his voice even hoarser, "Little Chloe is so smart, can’t you guess?"

"You said to wait for four years, I’m not eighteen yet."

"..."

Len Hawthorne cursed under his breath.

No longer able to endure, he grabbed her hand and pulled it to his chest, holding it tightly!

Suddenly, not knowing what frenzy took him, he lifted Chloe with one arm around her waist and walked out. The other hand casually held his cigarette as he jumped from the 3rd floor.

The sound of the wind blew past their ears.

Chloe hadn’t leaned on Len’s shoulder yet but turned her head to look at him.

He must be going crazy.

With one hand holding her, he jumped down.

Still not finished.

Len took her and leaped back onto the tall building in a single breath, arriving at the top floor without panting.

"What are you doing?"

As she spoke, they jumped from the high ground again.

Chloe immediately hugged his neck tightly.

Len carried her, leaping from here to there, and quickly left the Slaughter Squad behind.

When they arrived at the riverside, Len finally stopped his crazy actions.

Chloe looked at him expressionlessly.

She was still hanging onto him.

The arm wrapped around her waist hadn’t loosened.

Len placed a cigarette in his mouth and took out a lighter to light it up.

The smoke quickly blurred his face.

Smelling the smoke, Chloe pursed her lips, staring at him.

After two puffs, Len took it out, "Not smoking anymore, don’t look at big brother like that."

"Put me down."

"You’re light, not a problem," Len held her with one hand, not letting go.

"..."

It wasn’t a matter of being light.

It was strange for him to hold her like that.

Some couples walked by on the other side, a girl pinched her boyfriend’s arm.

"Look at that guy, so handsome! I want to be carried like that too!"

The girl’s boyfriend looked at his somewhat weak arms: "..."

The girl hit her boyfriend again, "Will you or won’t you, if not, I’ll change to a boyfriend as handsome as him!"

The girl’s boyfriend was speechless: "If I had his arm strength and looked that handsome, I would have taken you home long ago. Would I bother to secretly go on a date?"

The girl: "..."

The two continued talking as they walked away.

Chloe shoved the unmoving Len: "Put me down."

Len slowly let her down, laughing as he looked at her with a tight face.

"You were flirting with Big Brother like that; if I don’t let out some energy, I feel like I won’t be able to control myself from making a mistake," Len threw the cigarette into the trash can, "If you keep doing this, I might have to carry you for half of Herta Kingdom to hold back."

Chloe bit her lip, remaining silent.

Seeing her like this, Len hooked his arm around her and took her by one hand, pressing her head against his chest.

"You don’t have to hold back."

"What?" The girl’s words reached Len, who wondered if he’d misheard her.

"You don’t have to control your true feelings," Chloe widened the gap between them, looking up at him.

Len stared at her for a long time, "Little Chloe, this isn’t fun at all. Do you really want to play heart-pounding games with me tonight? Making Big Brother dizzy with ups and downs, what do you want to do?"

"I’m just telling you not to control your feelings; your behavior is another matter."

Len laughed as he let her go. He finally understood that Little Chloe just had to mess with his emotions until he was on edge.

It was clear that he was allowed to be moved but couldn’t cross the line in his actions.

That he could just watch and not touch.

Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, Chloe continued, "I’m rather conservative."

Len: "..."

Figured that out.

"With my current age, you would be a beast if you made a move."

Len: "..."

Chloe took a step forward and said, "Len Hawthorne, at the restaurant, when that woman said I liked you, I didn’t deny it."

Len looked at her, his gaze deep.

Chloe took another step forward, "Albert Webb asked me if I stayed in Imperial Capital for you; I said yes."

Len cursed, took two steps forward, grabbed the girl’s head, and pulled her into his embrace. He directly kissed her forehead without thinking.

The warmth on her forehead made Chloe tremble, clutching his collar tightly.

She had implicitly agreed.