His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1314 Chloe Collins, Handsome!_1

Chapter 1314: Chapter 1314 Chloe Collins, Handsome!_1

Chapter 1314

The butler, rather composed, tried to placate her, "Miss Collins, don’t get worked up, the gun can go off easily."

"Everyone, stop fighting!"

He yelled, only to find that the men he had brought were mostly knocked down.

Chloe tossed the gun aside, motioned with her fingers, and the warriors immediately stopped and returned to her side.

The butler took a deep breath. It wasn’t going according to plan, but he didn’t expect it to go this wrong.

"Miss Collins, please hear me out. I understand how you feel. Our master is very grateful for your deep affection for our Second Young Master. However, matters of the heart cannot be forced. The Second Young Master’s chosen one is Miss Mane York. She is also unanimously approved by the elders of the Alliance. The Second Young Master still has a long journey ahead of him. If you truly love him, we hope you’ll consider what’s best for him.

The supervisor added, "Young girl, rest assured, we’ll make it up to you. We will find a worthy man for you, as long as you promise not to associate with Alexander Foster anymore!"

Chloe’s voice was soft and slow, "Do you really think that I’m afraid of you?"

Butler: "Miss Collins, please understand. Please comprehend our master’s good intentions. At his age, if he can’t handle this properly, it would be difficult for him to answer to our ancestors in future."

Bringing emotion into play, the butler put on a convincing expression.

Yet Chloe responded, "That’s for him to handle, it’s his problem. How I want to live my life, who I should choose, is not something for you all to dictate!"

Her stern voice rang out, causing the surrounding leaves to rustle and fall, as if they, too, were awed by her authority!

The Butler unconsciously took two steps back, a sense of dread creeping up.

Collecting himself, he said, "Let’s go."

The supervisor was taken aback, "So you’re just throwing in the towel like that?"

Butler: "Let’s go back and report to the Alliance first. We don’t stand a chance in a direct confrontation with her. Anyway, we’re not taking anyone today."

He sighed, got into the car, and drove off.

The grand procession left with their tails between their legs, even the exhaust fumes seemed to reek of defeat.

Chloe stood by the front gate, watching the cars drive away until they disappeared. Her eyes grew colder by the second.

From behind the warriors, a woman of about her size ran out. Her eyes gleamed with admiration, "Miss Collins, that was so cool! You just scared them off! The way you snatched the gun, so awesome! Could you teach me?"

Chloe glanced at the woman beside her. It was Clara Carrington, the department manager who had asked for her contact on a messaging app that day at Starbright.

Clara pouted and smiled, her eyes hopeful as she waited for Chloe’s response.

"Bring the car." Chloe turned away.

Clara pursed her lips, unperturbed by the awkwardness, and immediately responded, "Yes!"

A black sedan slowly pulled up, with a striking small flag atop it. The black base was adorned with artistic gold lettering forming the character "gold."

The car drew admiring gazes wherever it went, sparking a frenzy of photo-taking. Wherever the car went, it had the right of way — always treated with utmost respect.

Once the car windows rolled up, no one could see the inside, let alone the young girl sitting in there.

Inside the car, Chloe changed her clothes and used her free time to browse the news online.

With the Fosters’ marriage news out, the internet was buzzing even more these days.

Not just in Anstolas, even Grearon was getting in on the action.

Her and Mane’s profiles were dug up and examined side by side. On balance, the online crowd believed they were evenly matched in personal abilities, although Chloe was slightly ahead. But in terms of background, she was likened to a fish stuck in a quagmire, while Mane was the princess from the Dragon Palace.

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