His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1315. This Miss is too strong, she is not ordinary_1

Chapter 1315: Chapter 1315. This Miss is too strong, she is not ordinary_1

Chapter 1315

No one has exposed her relationship with the Collinses. They’ve only found out that she grew up in a temple and later attended an elementary school and a junior high school in a village. This background didn’t give her any credit.

She swept over them with an indifferent gaze, treating it as a joke.

As her car passed through the bustling city, another car came in the opposite direction, brushing past her.

The person inside the car was Manie York.

Chloe Collins didn’t notice. She glanced at the time, answered a phone call, and then bent down to send a message to Alexander Foster.

At the same time, inside the Royal Palace.

The banquet hall was grand and splendidly decorated.

Couples came hand in hand on the red carpet, creating a pleasant atmosphere.

The master was sitting in the VIP seats, bantering with the guests next to him. When he looked at a specific place, his smile disappeared.

Alexander hadn’t arrived yet.

He moved his finger and summoned a subordinate.

"Go out and see what the second young master is doing. Why hasn’t he arrived yet?"

"Yes."

The subordinate returned hurriedly a few minutes later, leaning over and whispering to the master, "Master, there seems to be some problem with the Yorks. Miss York won’t attend the banquet. It seems she has run away. The second young master doesn’t have a female companion now and seems to be coming alone."

This was unexpected to Master Foster, "Wasn’t it said that her legs are better now? What’s happening?"

Subordinate: "They were not clear either. Master Foster, it seems the second young master has his plans."

"What?"

The subordinate pursed his lips and said, "The number the second young master has is 23, but he just went and changed it with the person in charge, saying he will only come when number 30 is announced."

Entrance on the red carpet was based on numbers, something the master knew.

He frowned, "What is this young man plotting? Where did the 30 come from?"

Subordinate: "Number 30 is a big shot from the King Group. Could it be that the second young master is a shareholder of the King Group?"

The master was even more puzzled: "The King Group is based out of Anstolas!"

He was now completely confused, his sharp gaze fixed on the red carpet.

At that moment, the phone rang.

It was the butler’s call.

"Master, I’m sorry, I have failed. That girl is powerful, not an ordinary person. We are unable to deal with her. She wants me to tell you that she is determined to get the second young master and no one can interfere with her."

Master Foster slowly closed his eyes, his breath slightly heavy, "Alright, I got it."

After a while, people from the Yorks came and exchanged some pleasantries with him, then fixed their gaze on the red carpet.

Mrs. York was somewhat embarrassed: "Manie felt that her legs were not fully healed and didn’t want to make a fool of herself, so ... Master Foster, I hope you do not mind."

Master Foster, preoccupied with his concerns, nodded nonchalantly.

The Yorks’ attentions turned back to the red carpet.

"I heard that Russell King, a major shareholder of the Kings, is also coming," said Mr. York.

"This man Russell, it seems he is an adopted son of the late Master King, who has done something good for the Kings. He even received the stocks in the name of the late master, the current people in power are really wary of him!"

Master York’s curiosity was also piqued. He also wanted to see who this influential figure, who held the financial reins of the King Group, really was.

Able to earn the respect of their King, serve King Empire, and dominate over the Yorks, such a character was indeed interesting.

Hearing this, the uneasiness in Master Foster’s heart grew.

His gaze returned to the red carpet.

The host on the stage was introducing the current VIP guests on the red carpet. They were diplomats from a certain country accompanied by a dignified and beautiful lady, slowly walking up.

They were number twenty-nine.