His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1317: Worried About Them Burying the Hatchet_1

Chapter 1317: Chapter 1317: Worried About Them Burying the Hatchet_1

The time difference between Anstolas and Grearon is less than two hours.

As the news about "His wife being the actual big shot" blew up in Grearon, the State Banquet wasn’t over yet.

At that moment, everyone in the Collinses had finished dinner and entered their resting time.

The latest news was on in the Holts’ room.

She sat on the lounger, staring at Chloe Collins on the television, her eyes deep with implications.

Those eyes were full of complex emotions: pride, comfort, even arrogance, but also dimness, regret, and helplessness.

After a while, she gave a long sigh, turned off the television, and had the maid help her walk around in the courtyard to clear her mind.

The maid suggested, "Madam, it’s already late. How about we skip the walk and I help you rest instead?"

"The fight is about to start. I need some quiet," she retorted.

Madam waved her hand, her hunched figure slowly shuffling out of the room.

Five minutes after she left, a sharp noise echoed from the main building. It was the sound of furniture being smashed.

Inside the brightly lit house, Rosalind Taylor and Tristan Collins stood facing each other, both looking terrible.

Lying around Rosalind Taylor’s feet were the fragments of a vase she had just shattered.

In one corner of the room stood a helpless Raine Nolan, and Tessa Collins, who was attempting to mediate.

Theodore Collins had been boarding at school for a long time and only occasionally returned, making the house feel colder and colder.

"Ruth, what’s the point of getting so worked up? You might wake up your son..."

"Stop trying to mollify me!" Rosalind Taylor brushed her hand away, treating Tessa Collins with such hostility for the first time.

Tessa was taken aback.

Rosalind Taylor’s eyes, misty with rage, pointed accusingly at Tristan Collins, "You are not fit to be a father, not at all!"

Revulsion flashed in Tristan Collins’ eyes. He spoke in a low voice, "Look at yourself now. You’re acting like a nagging wife. Get out of my way!"

Rosalind Taylor stretched out her arms to block his path: "Unless I die today, you’re not going to find that illegitimate brat!"

Tristan Collins clenched his teeth, his eyes dark, "Get out of my way!"

Rosalind Taylor screamt, "Even if you go to her, what’s the use? She’s a powerful figure in the Kings! She’s long stopped recognizing you as her father! Our son just got back from the hospital, the doctor said his condition isn’t good, you should stay by his side!"

Tessa Collins said, with contempt in her eyes, "Ruth, you do know that the Collinses are planning to expand their business to Anstolas, right? We’ve been discussing cooperation with the Kings all along. Now that Chloe Collins holds a large share in the Kings, in a way, that makes your husband also a shareholder of the Kings. What you’re doing now, isn’t it obstructing the Collinses’ path to wealth?"

She sighed as if she couldn’t understand.

Rosalind Taylor laughed coldly, her gaze fixed on Tristan Collins. She uttered a sarcastic laugh, "Just when did Chloe Collins’ property become Tristan Collins’? Quit dreaming! If it’s over, then it’s over. Stop hanging on!"

As her emotions had been spiralling, the news tonight caused them to erupt.

What she feared most was Chloe Collins and Tristan Collins reconciling and colluding. Naturally, she was afraid that Tristan Collins would take that step.

As expected, the thing she dreaded most happened - Tristan Collins planned to go to Anstolas to manage Chloe Collins’ affairs!

He had turned a blind eye when the Yorks kept suppressing Chloe Collins. But tonight, having seen this news, he immediately changed his mind, deciding to help Chloe Collins as a father!

She could never tolerate this!

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