His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1144: You’re Not an Outsider, So I Won’t Thank You_1

Chapter 1144: Chapter 1144: You’re Not an Outsider, So I Won’t Thank You_1

Chapter 1144

Manie York closed her eyes and slowly regained her composure.

She wanted to walk, but she found that her legs were numb.

"Roger, I think I can hardly walk."

"What’s wrong? You can’t fall apart now. We have a performance soon!"

Tony Marshal was unexpectedly surprised at her low resilience. Initially, he thought that leading the performance would be a good thing, but now it was a burden.

Chloe Collins’s performance was so outstanding, the audience’s enthusiasm hadn’t faded, coupled with the star power of Damien Hart and Robert Foster. To surpass them, they had to give their best.

But Manie’s current state was worrisome.

"Let’s go, turn pressure into power!" He encouraged her.

Manie took a deep breath, a face of determination, "all of you, stay focused and fight for it."

Her junior dancers nodded firmly.

As their team headed to the standby area, on the other side, Alexander Foster opened the door of the break room, meeting Chloe’s casual glance.

"Bro, Happy Birthday!" Robert Foster shouted with a laugh.

Damien Hart also chirped in: "Happy birthday, Mr. Foster."

Alex nodded in acknowledgment: "Thanks for your support."

"No need to thank, as long as she asks, I will help."

"Alex, Happy Birthday." Milton White’s voice interjected, he was still wearing the white suit from the performance.

Alex’s slight smile faded a bit, he glanced at him and said, "thanks."

He was distant and somewhat awkward.

Chloe knew, getting them to this point had already been quite a feat.

She turned around, brought the painting she had put away earlier, and handed it to him: "Junior, happy birthday."

A playful smile graced her lips.

Alex accepted the "huge" gift. It was heavy, just like his happiness.

It was even longer than a bed mat, impossible to unfold by just one person.

"You aren’t an outsider, so I won’t say thank you." His eyes softened.

People around: "..."

Charles Carrington: "Enough."

"Oh yes, Chloe, how long did you practice that dance? You should teach Fishie when you have a time."

Chloe shot him a look: "What do you want?"

"Nothing, I just thought maybe for my birthday..."

"You’ve missed your chance."

"She’s just mad, we haven’t broken up."

"Heh."

Chloe made way for the exit and walked out of the room: "I’m going to watch the performance."

Alex: "Together."

The two walked side by side, his hand silently grasping hers.

He softly murmured: "This is my happiest birthday."

Just like she had said last time.

Hearing these words, Chloe felt incredibly satisfied.

That was the effect she wanted.

Behind them.

Robert Foster and Damien Hart were discussing the recent song remix while walking. They were enthralled in their conversation.

And there were two people still in the room.

Charles Carrington stood at the entrance, scratching his chin, engrossed in his own world.

After thinking for a while, he came back to his senses and saw Milton White standing against the wall, his brow furrowed.

"Hey, what’s wrong with you?" He walked over quickly.

Milton shook his head, gripping Charles’s arm as if enduring something: "Nothing. I simply didn’t eat, feeling a bit anemic."

"What? You’re anemic?"

"Hurry, let’s get something to eat."

"No need, I have to leave first, I am busy."

Seeming to recover a bit, Milton let go of Charles’s arm: "You go with them, send me a video when Eleven receives the award."

"Won’t you watch?"