His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 957: Waiting For Nothing_1

Chapter 957: Chapter 957: Waiting For Nothing_1

Chapter 957

At dusk, after the last class, all the students left the classroom to have dinner.

A male student was about to leave when he accidentally pulled something out while gathering his textbooks.

He picked it up and let out an ’oh’.

"Darn, I forgot to give this to him."

The letter in question was the one Chloe Collins had asked him to return to Mitchell Quincy. He’d completely forgotten about it.

He glanced around, but everyone was gone, and naturally, Mitchell was nowhere to be seen.

Meanwhile, on the playground.

Everyone had gone for dinner, and Mitchell was the only one left.

He was clutching a bouquet that had just been delivered by the courier, staring expectantly at the entrance of the playground.

At first, he bore a smile that chased away the gloom on his face. Ten minutes later, his smile gradually faded.

Another ten minutes later, the bouquet was no longer being held in both his hands but was held listlessly by his side with just one hand.

Just then, his phone rang.

It was a text message from his roommate.

[Here’s a picture of what Chloe Collins gave back, she also said she won’t correct it, whatever you make of it.]

With a thud, the bouquet of flowers dropped to the ground.

The world under Mitchell’s eyes turned dark.

He suddenly rushed towards the school gate, only to abruptly halt mid-run.

At a distance, under a small pavilion, a man and a woman were having dinner.

It was Chloe Collins and that man from the other night.

He clenched his fists tightly and quietly sat in a nearby pavilion with his back to them.

The pavilions were just two meters apart, he could hear everything going on over there.

The man chatted amicably while serving Chloe food, his pleasing voice was gentle and melodious.

It’s the voice he uses when dubbing for a hero’s role.

His Chinese pronunciation was flawless, devoid of any regional accents.

The longer he listened, the tighter his fists clenched.

He didn’t want to believe that such a perfect person could exist.

The man had advantages over him in looks and family background, even eclipsing his pride in his voice.

He suddenly stood up and ran out.

The sound of hurried footsteps caught Chloe’s attention from the next pavilion.

Alexander Foster looked up as well.

"What’s the matter?"

"Nothing," Chloe shifted her eyes. "How’s the research on that robot going?"

Hearing her ask in this way, Alexander knew she wasn’t ready to leave everything in the hands of the authorities.

She was curious about No. 13’s accomplices and their final fate, and more curious about who was using them.

The robot he brought back was the most useful clue they had at the moment.

He wiped his fingers and said, "I will inform you the moment there’s any progress."

"Alexander," a voice abruptly echoed from afar.

It was Sherry Sullivan, who was approaching them with a smile on her face, without a glance towards Chloe.

She said, "I didn’t expect to see you here today, how coincidental."

Alexander: "Not coincidental, I came here especially to deliver a meal."

Sherry Sullivan was a bit embarrassed but didn’t mind, she hurriedly changed the subject: "Right, the competition in a few days, you’re going, aren’t you?"

His eyes didn’t hint at any waves as he simply said, "We’ll see."

Sherry Sullivan: "You have to go. I only acknowledge you as the first on the leaderboard, not anyone else. I heard that a lot of people are coming from abroad this year for the competition, not to mention the numerous participants from all over the country."

Alexander casually nodded but didn’t respond.

Sherry’s face lit up, was he agreeing to it?

Or was he just giving her a dismissive response?