After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 294 - 267: Team Hawthorne Comes to Inquire About Home Affairs Again (1 update)

Chapter 294: Chapter 267: Team Hawthorne Comes to Inquire About Home Affairs Again (1 update)

After Charlotte Richardson made such a request at Building 3, Alex Stephen dared not stay there for long.

He left quickly after finishing eating.

Chloe Stephen was holding a book, accompanying him to the door.

"Can you cook?"

"Huh?"

Alex wanted to say something, but was taken aback by Chloe’s question.

"Take this."

Alex took the book from her hand.

Two large characters came into view.

Cookbook!

Alex: "..."

"There are quite a few fried rice recipes in it, try cooking one tomorrow."

"..."

"I’m free on Sunday."

"..."

"Can’t cook?"

Seeing him silent for a long time, the girl reached out to take the cookbook back.

Alex held onto it, saying, "I live alone, often cooking."

"Then try cooking some fried rice."

"I’ll get going."

Alex left with the cookbook.

*

In front of Building 21.

Ella Stephen walked past this intersection.

She happened to see Chloe walking towards the Slaughter Squad’s location in the night.

She frowned slightly and quickened her pace.

"Chloe."

Chloe stopped and looked at her.

Ella scanned Chloe up and down and asked with a frown, "What are you doing here? Don’t you know this is the Slaughter Squad’s base?"

Chloe looked at Ella speaking with the tone of an elder, her face indifferent.

Ella said, "Come back with me, don’t wander around."

Chloe still didn’t move.

The Slaughter Squad members who lived inside heard the voices and came out.

The deputy leader standing at the front saw Chloe and hurriedly approached her. He was about to speak but stopped himself and turned to Ella.

Ella stood by Chloe’s side, saying, "We were just passing by. My younger sister doesn’t know any better, I’ll take her home right away."

As she spoke, Ella tried to take hold of Chloe’s hand to leave.

Chloe withdrew her hand.

She avoided Ella’s attempt to hold onto her.

Ella looked slightly embarrassed.

Chloe nodded slightly to the deputy leader, then turned and left.

Ella apologized for Chloe again.

The deputy leader squinted.

Once the two had left, a team member clicked his tongue, "This woman does have quite a ’pure lotus’ kind of aura."

"Just ignore her."

"Miss Chloe Stephen isn’t very well treated in the Stephens family, do we really not need to help her out?"

"That’s a family matter for Team Hawthorne, why meddle?"

Team member: "..."

That seemed true.

The deputy leader’s mobile phone rang, his grin wide as a flower, "Team Hawthorne is calling to inquire about family matters again."

A few team members leaned in.

*

Ella walked a little distance away, turned around and looked at Chloe, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, "What’s going on with you? What are you doing running around here late at night? Didn’t the family leader tell you not to casually interact with the Slaughter Squad members?"

Chloe looked at her, still unresponsive.

Ella frowned again, "Chloe, are you still blaming me? Do you think it’s because of me that the Fisher Family called off your engagement?"

Chloe still didn’t respond.

Ella continued, "I never thought about vying for Filbert Fisher with you, so don’t think this is my fault."

Ella looked at Chloe’s dazed and dumb appearance, frowning again. She really was foolish for talking to Chloe about this.

Seeing Chloe made Ella instinctively remember Chloe’s silly reality.

So much so that she momentarily forgot the words she had heard earlier.

"Whether you believe it or not, there’s really nothing going on between me and Filbert Fisher."

"A dying man, not interesting."

The girl’s voice was cold and clear, cutting straight through.

Ella was taken aback and spoke uncertainly, "What did you say?"

"Since you like him, you can have him."

"I didn’t say I like..."

"Whether you like him or not, it has nothing to do with me."

Chloe left these words and bypassed Ella.

Ella’s beautiful eyebrows furrowed, "Chloe, I know you’re blaming me in your heart. But I’m also innocent. From beginning to end, I had no idea of Filbert Fisher’s feelings for me. We only ran into each other a few times in school."

Chloe Stephens didn’t care for her explanation.

The irrelevant person, a waste of time.

Ella Stephens watched Chloe’s retreating figure, her eyes growing colder.

Her gaze was directed towards the direction of Building 3.

*

It was quiet late at night.

A black cat leaped out from the corner.

Following closely behind, a light figure stepped on the cat’s body, leaping over the obstacle in mid-air, and landed on the ground.

The people in the Slaughter Squad were vigilant.

Hearing the noise outside, they immediately got up.

A few people came out, staring in surprise at Chloe standing outside the door.

"Miss Chloe Stephens?"

"A Western European witch has appeared in Sheffield City, the clue is here," Chloe gave them a USB stick.

It has captured some of the activities of these two people.

Even if they are dead, more clues can be found from these remaining images.

Hearing this, the members of the Slaughter Squad were all suddenly excited.

"Thank you, Miss Chloe Stephens, for providing the clue. We will take care of this matter."

"Hmm."

Chloe turned to leave.

"Miss Chloe Stephens, wait a moment."

Chloe stopped and turned to look at them.

"Team Hawthorne asked us to ask if there’s anything you need us to do?"

"Nothing."

"If you need us, you can contact us anytime. Can we add you on Whatsapp or leave a Whatsapp contact?"

Other team members: "..."

Daring to ask for Miss Chloe Stephens’s Whatsapp contact, pretty ballsy.

Chloe took out her phone, "Sure."

"..."

She really gave it.

So, several team members immediately took out their phones, eagerly adding her on Whatsapp, even taking the time to tell her their names.

Chloe marked them one by one and said, "If you need to buy medicine, feel free to consult me at any time."

The several people looked at each other.

*

Alex Stephens went straight to Building 3 after leaving the Trial Hall.

Lately, Alex was frequently seen visiting Building 3, attracting mixed gazes from everyone.

Some even provoked him in the Trial Hall.

Unfortunately, Alex was too strong, they couldn’t take advantage of him.

He was pretending around Rowan Stephens all the time.

Now that he had achieved his goals, he didn’t even bother pretending.

He didn’t care about the gossip behind his back.

Alex, holding the ingredients he had previously bought, entered Building 3.

Chloe hadn’t gone out today. She had just replied to Ava Sanders and the others, saying that she would be there for the final match in the afternoon.

"Miss Chloe Stephens, Young Master Alex Stephens is here."

The servant’s voice could be heard from outside.

Chloe came downstairs and pointed to the kitchen, without any courtesy, letting Alex in to cook fried rice for her.

Alex walked into the kitchen with a deadpan expression and started cooking her fried rice.

Chloe was flipping through a novel while waiting.

Adam Stephens and Yvette Foster had gone to Building 1, discussing the fact that Chloe didn’t move to Building 2 with Pierce Stephens and the others.

The fried rice was ready.

Chloe, under Alex’s watchful eyes, took a few bites. She instantly frowned and looked up at Alex, "The heat wasn’t enough."

Although it wasn’t delicious, she still finished it.

This was her way of showing respect to the cook.

Alex: "..."

He could read the word "Unsatisfied" from Chloe’s face.

It was almost like she was saying it’s terrible.

After eating, Chloe put down a secret manual and said, "You worked hard."

Alex picked up the manual, feeling quite speechless.

"Did Uncle Adam and Aunt Foster go to Building 1?"

"Yes."

"Aren’t you worried?"

"Worried about what."

"They want you to live there."

"No one can force me."

"Although you say so, you should still consider Uncle Adam and Aunt Foster."

"If the people in Building 2 insist on me moving over, then step in."

Chloe waved her hand and went out.

Alex held the manual in his hand, looking at the bowl of clean fried rice, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.