His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1076 Robot Eight-01_1

Chapter 1076: Chapter 1076 Robot Eight-01_1

Chapter 1076

Upon entering the house, a waft of delicious food hit her nostrils.

Chloe Collins, having already eaten at the Fosters’, couldn’t help but have her appetite piqued.

Everywhere she looked, there were foods she loved to eat.

There was even cake.

"Come, make a wish, and blow out the candles."

He was always very gentle.

In the past decade or so, her birthdays were mainly celebrated by Milton White. Usually, he would personally cook for her and then give her a gift.

So, she was no stranger to this and naturally blew out the candles.

"Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday to you..."

A stiff birthday song came across rather late.

Chloe turned around and was immediately taken aback by what she saw.

A stranger was standing in her house.

This man was roughly six feet tall, with a strong build, yet, perplexingly, was dressed in a butler’s attire. His features were well-proportioned, the standard appearance of an Asian person. He stood straight and tall like a tree. However, despite all this, he lacked a certain liveliness and seemed very mechanical.

Finally, she saw the man’s eyes, where a few lines of visual data were currently focused on her face.

Then, a bouquet of flowers spurted from his sleeves, "Wishing Miss Chloe Collins a Happy Twentieth Birthday."

Following this, the large man began dancing cheerfully in a style resembling African dance.

"This is the gift I brought for you." Milton White said.

Chloe curiously approached and peered at the large man, asking, "What’s your name?"

The large man took a step back and made a polite, ninety-degree bow, "Nice to meet you. I am your personal robot butler, code-named 1081, yet to be named."

Milton White said, "You name him."

Chloe paused to think a bit, then said, "Let’s call him Eight-01."

The robot responded, "Thank you for the name, Master. Robot Eight-01 at your service, anytime."

Milton White chuckled, "It seems the modifications were quite successful."

Lately, Chloe’s interest in robots had piqued, and at this moment, there was one right in front of her eyes – all her attention was focused on it.

She casually issued some commands, and Eight-01 executed them with flawless precision, outperforming a human.

Milton White stood to the side, quietly watching their interaction, and couldn’t help but take out his phone to record the scene.

"Eleven, let’s eat first."

He waved his hand, signaling Eight-01 to leave.

Eight-01 bowed and exited, moving to the doorway and, like a statue, standing still.

Chloe, engrossed in the intelligence level of the robot, hadn’t yet come out of her fascination, "Was it modified by the Blue Power Enterprise?"

Milton White ladled out a bowl of soup and handed it to her, "Yes, this is the latest generation. Because of the scarcity of raw materials, it’s not yet in mass production. But, as I am one of the internal staff members, they made an exception and sold it to me; otherwise, it would only be used for Blue Power enterprise’s other productions, not for sale."

"Drink it," he said, offering the soup to her.

Chloe looked left and right, asking, "Is there any chili oil?"

"No way, spicy food is not good for your stomach. Eat something light," Milton White responded.

His eyes bore a hint of sternness.

It reminded Chloe of the first time she met Milton. He sat at the table, different from the other children, always meticulous. When she couldn’t eat, he would sternly declare, "Newcomer, wasting food will result in copying scriptures as punishment."

She was just six at that time, while he was twelve.

Consequently, the task of taking care of her was given to him by their master.

He was quite strict, in fact, always watching over her, not letting her make any mistakes.

At this moment, Chloe felt as if she was being watched by her stern father when eating. She thought for a while, then reached out for the bowl of soup, "Fine."

At least she had to give a bit of face to her old father.