His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1073: I’m Tired of Hearing This, Senior _1

Chapter 1073: Chapter 1073: I’m Tired of Hearing This, Senior _1

Chapter 1073

Charles Carrington’s smile faded, "Alright, I’ll stop joking."

He recalled, "A friend of Chloe Collins, in the same class. I don’t know anything more. What are you trying to do?"

"Nevermind, I’ll figure it out."

Charles Carrington nodded, bypassed the question, paused for a while, then said, "Actually, Chloe Collins has many issues."

"She’s cunning and deceptive, loves to eat and her strategies are relentless. Being with her is tiring. Consider finding someone else to fancy."

Milton White’s eyes were gloomy, "If you want to die, keep talking."

Charles Carrington was fed up, "Do you both have to be so clingy? You’ve been fighting for ten years but now fancy the same woman? What the hell is going on?"

"You should know why I am here. Chloe Collins already has her answer. Be a man and let it go."

Milton White was annoyed, "When have you become so talkative?"

"If you don’t want me to nag, just behave. In the end, you’re the one who will suffer."

Charles Carrington’s leg was uncomfortable in the car. He wanted to get out and said, "Think about it, I am leaving first."

As the car door closed, the car returned to its quiet state.

Milton White seemed a little uneasy, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes closed, his head leaning back.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, his fingertips were burning hot.

Looking down, the cigarette had burned down to his skin.

He threw it out the window. Shortly after, the car wheel ran over it, and the tiny spark disappeared under the wheel.

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Chloe Collins didn’t come down until after eleven o’clock, her nose was a bit chilly from the wind.

Alexander Foster told her to take a hot shower as soon as possible. She agreed but instead ran to her room to hide the statue in a black suitcase and then sprinted to the living room next door.

The Fosters’ house was quiet again, only the servants were still cleaning up.

Wanda Wesley was waiting for her in the living room. She handed her phone to her.

She took it and saw that the medical staff had called her three times and sent two messages.

One of the messages was withdrawn, and the other was a simple birthday blessing.

She called him back.

He answered immediately.

"Senior?"

"Oh, so you remembered me now?"

She touched her nose and laughed, "My phone wasn’t with me just now. Where are you?"

"In the sky."

After a pause, he became serious, "I’ll give you the gift tomorrow. I’m staying here tonight, you should rest early. This year’s gift is special, look forward to it."

"I’ll see you tomorrow then."

"Eleven."

"What?"

"Happy Birthday."

"Thank you, Senior."

He chuckled, sounding a bit sleepy, "I’m tired of hearing ’Senior.’"

"Huh?"

"Nothing, hang up."

After ending the call, Chloe Collins stared at the phone for a while before turning around to walk back the way she came.

Returning to her room, she couldn’t help but take out the statue from the suitcase again. She placed it under the light, positioned it well, found a good angle, and then took out her camera. Standing, laying, squatting, she took dozens of photos in different poses.

Tracing her finger over the "Starry Cloth", she hadn’t even noticed that along her journey, she had carried so many different identities, so many different names.

After putting down the camera, she played with Milk Candy for a while. She put it in front of her and teased, "What do you think, what should I get him for his birthday to match this gift?"

Milk Candy: "Meow~"

Its paw stood straight up, resting on her forehead.

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