His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1278: Don’t Provoke Me To Anger_1

Chapter 1278: Chapter 1278: Don’t Provoke Me To Anger_1

Chapter 1278

Three seconds later, Charles Carrington was overwhelmed and had to surrender: "It’s trivial, the Fosters are having some problems, and they requested Alexander to return."

Chloe Collins was staring at his eyes, she slowly lowered her gaze, not asking for more details, as she already had her conjectures.

Interestingly, Master Matsu sent her a message asking why she had moved her luggage to the temple.

She calmly replied that it was nothing, and asked Heijii to collect her items and take them to Southvale’s Riverside.

"Charles, you can go home." she said.

Charles Carrington looked at her, a rare seriousness and determination appeared in his eyes.

"Are we brothers?" he asked.

Chloe Collins gave a contemptuous glance, "Stop being narcissistic."

Charles snickered, carelessly threw his legs onto the table, a typical show off, "Where I go and what I do is my business, not yours to manage."

"You represent the Carringtons,"

She did not know the Carringtons well, but she knew that they were a force not to be ignored. It was a powerful family back in the feudal era.

Despite Charles Carrington’s casual demeanor, an eye-catching identification hangs over him: heir to the Carringtons.

The Yorks and the Carringtons had a deep relationship, if Charles Carrington intervened, it would complicate matters.

Charles squinted his eyes, as if pretending to sleep: "The entire Carringtons stand by you, you should be moved."

"No need,"

Charles hissed, he leaned in and stared at her: "Don’t make me mad."

Chloe gave him a look back, hooked the corner of her mouth with an insincere smile: "Don’t make me mad."

Looking at those beautiful eyes, Charles cursed under his breath and tacitly compromised.

The woman who could dominate his momentum even in silence was Chloe Collins.

After careful consideration, Chloe finally had a decision regarding the invitation.

That night, the Yorks received a reply. It contained a photocopy of a pre-match authorization, signed by Mane York. It could entirely prove her consent for the match.

Aside from this, the invitation that was returned was also in the letter.

Mr York sneered, "She’s afraid! I knew she would not dare to take it!"

Mrs. York resentfully said, "Father, please help your granddaughter!"

Mr. York waved his hand and said, "Don’t worry. I’ll pay a visit to the palace and talk to the Queen."

The current queen of Anstolas is from the York family, the biological daughter of Mr. York.

Mrs. York anxiously said: "The State Banquet is next week. How could Mane attend with her face swollen like that?"

"Forget about the banquet, rest first." Mr. York said solemnly.

The nurse suddenly called out, "She’s awake! She’s awake!"

The whole York family was concerned about Mane. Mrs. York wept, "Sweetheart, does it hurt a lot?"

Mane York looked uncomfortable, mostly due to her mood. She turned her head and buried her face into the pillow, appearing sullen.

"Don’t worry, we will surely avenge you, okay?" Her mother held her face and said.

Mane York reacted a bit, and after thinking, she asked: "What vengeance do you want to seek?"

"We cannot let Chloe Collins get away with treating you like this!"

Mane was anxious and tried to sit up, but she was injured, so it was difficult for her to move. She laid back.

She quickly said: "Don’t do it! Do you want me to lose face even more?"

"Mane, you..."

"The match was proposed by me. I’m not as skilled...not as skilled as her!" Mane said, with a full of unwillingness.

Her rebellious eyes fixed on her grandfather, "Grandpa, you know I despise using my privilege to oppress others. I don’t want people saying that I take defeat badly, that I lack generosity!"

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(Six more Chapters! Let’s push for the Romance Competition! Goodnight.)