His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 896: These Two Men, Plainly Speaking, Are Enemies_1

Chapter 896: Chapter 896: These Two Men, Plainly Speaking, Are Enemies_1

Chapter 896

Heijii sat quietly in the car without following up.

At this moment, Heijii noticed Wanda Wesley had some abrasions on her hand, quickly suggesting, "Get them treated soon, so they don’t get infected."

Wanda Wesley glanced briefly, replying: "The blood has dried, it’s okay."

She wasn’t wearing her skin coverings and as she had been climbing branches bare-handed while moving forward, she’d grazed her hand.

Inside the hotel.

The two of them came out of the elevator, arriving before Room 808.

Chloe Collins looked up at him: "Or how about, you wait here?"

Alexander Foster: "Not waiting."

The sound of the door handle turning came through, followed by the door opening.

"Wasn’t it said only tomorrow? Yet people are here?" A joyful male voice echoed from inside.

A hand reached out, going directly for Chloe Collins’ wrist.

The form of Alexander Foster was blocked by the wall, seeing this scene, he suddenly took a step to the side.

Milton White’s reaching hand halted mid-air, the smile at the corner of his mouth faltering.

The two men, gaze meeting, seemed to be engaged in a silent confrontation, some fragmentary emotions being harshly tugged at, slowly released with the passage of time in both mens’ eyes.

Chloe Collins was stuck between them, her smaller height rendering her practically invisible.

These two men openly avowed themselves enemies.

They were once close brothers, but following an abduction, turned against each other: one betraying his own promise, leaving the other angered. Everything was convincingly justified.

Chloe Collins found herself seldom in such awkward situations.

At the moment, without thinking of anything else, a reaction already dismissed from her mind, was subconsciously actualized.

Her hands rested on both sides of the door, raising herself on her toes, slowly rising up.

Successfully interrupting the line of sight between the two men.

"Senior, where’s the person?"

There was no fierce heat in Milton White’s eyes, only slight self-blame, unlike Alexander Foster.

At the sound, he left the door wide open, saying, "Inside, still haven’t woken up, had someone check him, he’s still breathing."

Just as Chloe Collins was about to leave, she suddenly remembered she couldn’t leave the two of them behind, and subconsciously grabbed Alexander Foster’s hand, pulling him in.

Alexander Foster passed by Milton White with an expressionless face. The moment his gaze shifted, it was indifferent and without light.

He didn’t say a word.

Milton White fixated on their interlocked hands, his expression changing slightly in an instant.

Then, he suddenly noticed the red rope bracelet next to Alexander Foster’s wristwatch. His cold gaze mixed with several complex emotions.

Cold Lizard lay on the wheelchair, unconscious.

Chloe Collins let go of Alexander Foster’s hand, bending down to check on Cold Lizard’s condition.

She said, "Senior, I’ll take him."

"Why do you want him?" Milton White asked casually, one hand in his pocket.

Chloe Collins: "Um...about the antidote, he might know something."

Milton White suddenly turned serious, "Really? Why didn’t you say so earlier? Why do you always bear the burden of the antidote alone?"

"You dare to lecture her." Alexander Foster’s voice was soft, yet cold.

Milton White gave him an annoyed look: "None of your business."

Alexander Foster: "Let’s see who’s stronger."

"Take it outside." Milton White stood abruptly.

Chloe Collins was speechless.

Holding them both back, she said, "Are you sure you’re older than me?"

Two childish ghosts.

Milton White took her to the side, seriously saying, "Wasn’t this a level one confidential matter? Your mother also said that nobody can be told, especially people from the Fosters’, how does he know?"

"Milton White." Alexander Foster’s voice was dark.

"You shut up, Senior and Junior are talking, go monitor from the side." He didn’t even glance at Alexander Foster.

All three of them were secular disciples of Master Songya, Alexander Foster was the youngest.