His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1148: You Almost Lost Your Life Saving Our Family_1

Chapter 1148: Chapter 1148: You Almost Lost Your Life Saving Our Family_1

Chapter 1148

Layla Lowell gave him a kick, "I don’t want to hear it."

The kick was hard, and pain appeared on Charles Carrington’s face, but this time, he didn’t let go of her hand like before.

"Come with me."

After his heavy comment, he dragged Layla away.

Seeing this, Robert Foster steeled his heart and turned to Wanda Wesley who had been hiding all afternoon.

"Uh, Wanda Wesley, I have something to tell you."

Wanda Wesley looked at him and nodded.

In a moment, the two of them also found a place to talk.

Leaving only Milton White and Alexander Foster.

Silence surrounded them.

After a while, Milton White started, "We should talk too."

Elsewhere.

Though Damien Hart’s car was nearby, they were surrounded by so many fans that it was difficult to move forward.

Accustomed to this situation, Damien Hart talked to her at ease.

"It’s the first time I’ve heard you sing. It’s really great."

Chloe Collins leaned back and said, "It’s nothing special."

"It’s different. Your singing is just good."

"You flatter me." She smiled helplessly.

Damien Hart waved his hand, "Mr. Foster is formidable to get you to sing."

He seemed to recall something, asked, "He’s the guy you mentioned last time?"

Understanding his gaze, Chloe Collins nodded, "Yeah, he’s your grandmother’s favorite disciple, Bennett White."

"At first, your grandmother didn’t like me very much. It was only later that it got better. Thanks to him, your grandmother thought highly of me and even passed this ring on to me."

She looked at the silver ring on her index finger, memories swirling in her mind.

This ring had been remodeled from the one given to her by the head of the Dark Alliance, and it had protected her for many years.

With a slight smile, Damien Hart said, "It wasn’t for nothing, didn’t she give you a mission?"

Chloe Collins lowered her hand, "The mission wasn’t heavy, the deal was worth it."

"Not heavy? You almost lost your life trying to save our family."

Chloe Collins responded nonchalantly, "The process doesn’t matter, the fact that I didn’t die is all that matters."

Her gaze was distant, as if traveling back in time.

At that time, when she received the mission to go and save people, she realized upon seeing Damien Hart that he was the same person her great-grandmother had been watching diligently on the computer, the permanent guest on a variety show.

This person was her own grandson.

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After a group of people ran off to chase the stars, the evening party venue quieted down, leaving only a few members of the Student Council to organize the cleanup.

Two men stood beside the stage, a meter apart.

"She cares a lot about you." Milton White spoke.

Alexander Foster: "Obvious."

Milton White’s lip curled slightly in self-mockery, "Fate is funny sometimes. Despite trying to avoid something at all costs, in the end, you still fall right into it."

He looked at the scroll in Alexander Foster’s hand.

Alexander Foster realized there was a deeper meaning in his words but didn’t probe further, only remarked, "What will be, will be."

Milton White laughed, nodded, seeming to agree but also resigned.

Though his eyes held a thousand words, he remained silent.

"I have other things to deal with. I will leave first."

Hesitating for a moment, as he turned to leave, he added, "Happy Birthday."

Alexander Foster watched him leave, lost in thought.

Not long after, Chloe Collins returned.

Alexander Foster was the only one still there.

The pair decided to leave the things to the department and return to the Fosters. Evelyn Thompson was still waiting at home for Alexander Foster’s birthday, hadn’t even eaten dinner.

Alexander Foster spoke, "Change your clothes first, I brought a clean set."

Before Chloe Collins could reply, a voice called from behind, "Chloe Collins."

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