His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 851: Cheering On My Good Boy_1

Chapter 851: Chapter 851: Cheering On My Good Boy_1

Chapter 851

At this moment, Chloe Collins was preparing in her room.

After putting on her mask, she looked at her current weapons: two short swords.

Not quite satisfied.

With a quick thought, she retracted her weapons and walked out the door.

Just as she stepped outside, she saw the senior who often came to call her.

The senior that Great-Grandmother often sent on errands.

"Fu, Great-Grandmother is calling for you. Hurry over there, don’t keep her waiting."

"I’m busy." She gestured with her hands.

"Just go for a bit, she seems to have something especially important to tell you!"

Something especially important?

Chloe frowned, glanced at the time, and decided to go since it was still early.

When she arrived at the back door of Desolate Valley, it wasn’t dark yet.

It was quieter here than usual tonight, maybe because everyone had gone to watch the competition.

As Chloe walked, she suddenly sensed something coming at her from the front, and she drew her short sword to strike!

Instantly after a ’pop’, fireworks were scattered all around.

The old lady emerged, laughing and clapping.

Chloe looked at her wheelchair, eyes darkening: "Did you lose your legs?"

"Pah! It’s your legs that are useless! You have a terrible voice and you’re so unpleasant to listen to, you’d better just use sign language!"

Chloe: "..."

Her voice was indeed not fully recovered, still pretty rough.

But it was much better than a couple of days ago, at least it didn’t sound like she had phlegm stuck in her throat.

The old lady: "I knew my eyes weren’t failing me. I can’t believe you actually got your hands on the Purple Salute!"

Chloe: "Have you said something similar before?"

The old lady: "I have! Don’t blame me if you didn’t hear it!"

Chloe took a couple of steps forward, examining the wheelchair, and asked her, "What’s the rush?"

The old lady chuckled ominously, appearing more cunning than ever.

She took out a small notebook from her pocket: "Quick, go to the supermarket and get me these things, then push me to the competition. I want to cheer on my good boy."

Chloe had a bad feeling about this. Upon examining the list, sure enough...

It was all snacks and drinks.

"They’re giving away stuff at the venue." She responded.

The old lady: "Not acceptable, you have to buy them yourself, only then it shows sincerity!"

"Are you going or not? If not, I will stick this picture everywhere."

She took out a picture, it was horrifyingly the image of Chloe when she was injured.

Chloe looked at her, full of bluster, thought for a while, and agreed to go.

Anyway, she had to go there.

Pushing the old lady all the way to the supermarket, they attracted many eyes.

"Hey, look! Great-Grandmother is out."

"Her legs still haven’t recovered? I heard they were already healed, why is she still in a wheelchair?"

"Who knows, Great-Grandmother is cunning and crafty. There’s no peace wherever she goes, I bet she’s going to mess with the Alliance War."

"Isn’t that Fu behind her? The one who just achieved all the rating stars this afternoon."

"Really, it’s her. Now I get it. Look, first Bennett White and now Great-Grandmother are involved with Fu. With these two guiding her, it’ll be a piece of cake for her to clear the game."

"This is no different from getting the answer sheet before the exam, it’s not her own strength. "Someone grumbled.

Suddenly, a ’swoosh’, a peach pit flew over and hit a woman’s cheek.

Chloe’s mask was a masquerade style, so it only covered the top half. The peach pit directly hit her cheek, and it was quite moist.

Because, it was spat out from the old lady’s mouth.

The woman, unable to retort, covered her face in humiliation and ran away.

The old lady snorted coldly, grinning proudly.