His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1147: Alexander Foster Protects Her Closely_1

Chapter 1147: Chapter 1147: Alexander Foster Protects Her Closely_1

Chapter 1147

It was Chloe Collins’s show that put pressure on Mane York, which made her all tense and prone to mistakes.

"It’s okay, it’s all okay."

Tony Marshal’s comforting words were like tear gas, and Mane York couldn’t help shedding a few tears.

"Roger, I’ve never been this embarrassed. I used to always win."

Tony Marshal could understand her. A person who has never lost is actually very fragile.

"It’s fine, you might not lose. You still have to go on stage later. Come on."

"I don’t want to go, you go for me."

She turned her face away: "I don’t want to see those people judging me."

"Manie, don’t be like this."

Tony Marshal helplessly said, "If you do this, you will only make Chloe Collins ridicule you more."

Manie was silent. She was very stubborn, and no words could influence her at that moment.

At this time, there was a conversation coming from not far away ——

"Ms. Slater, please talk to her. I really like that painting, I can pay whatever the price."

"Thank you, Mr. Hamilton. I will go and talk to Chloe Collins after this event. She will surely be delighted."

Tony Marshal narrowed his eyes: "Someone wants to buy Chloe Collins’s painting."

Bitter feelings surged in Manie’s heart, and she directly turned around and went back to the dressing room.

"Ay, Manie!"

It was half past nine, and the party was about to end.

At ten to ten, the party ended, and the crowd began to disperse.

Chloe Collins came down with the champion’s trophy and certificate. Besides these, there was also a set of car keys and a personal million-dollar check.

As she descended the stairs, she saw Alexander Foster standing not far away, smiling at her.

"Chloe, terrific!" Robert Foster’s voice also came over.

Only then did she realize that Alexander Foster was surrounded by her friends, and all their faces wore smiles of congratulations.

Layla Lowell and Wanda Wesley both ran over.

She walked over, holding full of things in her arms.

At this time, a burst of cheering came, accompanied by loud footstep sounds.

She turned her head and her eyes widened a bit.

The male students from their class were swarming over, with flowers in their arms.

The most enthusiastic one was already lunging towards her.

Two seconds later.

A figure flashed before Chloe’s eyes and her nose bumped into his chest.

Alexander Foster shielded her tightly, blocking the crowd of boys.

Milton White hooked his lips and lazily said to the boys: "Everyone, go back to self-study."

The boys complained: "Mr. White, our class won the championship. We are going to celebrate with a late-night snack later!"

"I’m busy."

Class monitor Herbert Willis glanced at Chloe Collins who was surrounded by many friends, and even the big star Damien Hart, and he knew that she didn’t have time for them.

"Alright, we’ll celebrate again tomorrow night. Chloe, see you later!"

A group of boys waved together: "Goddess, see you later!"

Everyone was smiling and absolutely happy.

Chloe watched them for a moment, and then said to Damien Hart: "Let’s go, I’ll walk you."

Damien Hart had a tight schedule and had to catch a flight immediately.

But he said, "It’s okay, you have other things to do. We’ll meet again next time. No need to walk me."

"Just to the school gate."

Saying so, she handed the things she was holding to Alexander Foster and Robert Foster, and then walked off.

Damien Hart nodded to the others, then followed her.

The others didn’t follow deliberately, leaving time for the two of them to talk.

Except for Layla Lowell.

As a hardcore fan of Damien Hart, she was determined to send him off. But after she took two steps, a large hand grabbed her collar.

"Come with me, I have something to say." Charles Carrington was a bit serious.

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(Charles is asking for trouble again... Good night.)