His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 132: No Chance

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: No Chance

Chapter 132

Mrs. Willis said, "Chloe, look, you and Diego are about to become classmates. This noon, let’s have lunch together, your aunt will treat you."

"No need."

"Look, last time I was a bit anxious and spoke rashly. It was my mistake. I won’t stop you from being friends with Diego any longer. You can interact as you please."

Chloe Collins firmly replied: "Sorry, I’m not interested."

As she finished speaking, she walked straight towards the stairs to the canteen.

Layla Lowell shrugged, "Auntie, your son doesn’t stand a chance."

Diego narrowed his eyes, "You’re such a jinx."

Layla retorted coldly, "What did you say?"

Her eyes were filled with explosive fury.

Mrs. Willis retreated a step in fright, "Aren’t you the daughter of the Lowells..."

Instantly recalling the young girl’s reputation, Mrs. Willis quickly pulled her son away.

After lunch, Chloe brought Layla to her laboratory.

The base was located in the suburbs, very quiet and secluded.

She hadn’t brought Layla over before because Layla had been injured.

Today the timing was perfect.

Upon entering the base, they changed their clothes before entering the lab.

There were only three people working in the lab, all men and all older than Layla.

Even the youngest of the three was already 35 years old. The oldest was Albert Green, who was 45.

Seeing Layla, their eyes filled with affectionate looks.

"Ms. Collins, is this the young apprentice of Professor Howard you mentioned?"

Layla stretched out her hand and greeted them.

Chloe said, "From now on, she’ll be working with you all in place of Professor Howard. Be patient with her, since she’s still inexperienced."

"Of course, no worries."

After getting acquainted with her colleagues and the lab, it was almost two o’clock when the two left the base.

Layla said, "According to your plan, you still have lots of people to find."

Chloe replied indifferently, "Four or five more should be enough. Some people have already been found, but they’re not willing to return to this line of work. Some are willing to return but are not capable enough."

Layla touched her short hair and thought for a moment before saying, "Who could be behind the plot to destroy the lab that night?"

Chloe touched her forehead lightly and said, "Professor Howard was involved in many research projects during his lifetime. He possessed many company’s research secrets. I suspect it was someone among those companies."

Mentioning this, her thoughts naturally turned to Alexander Foster’s basement.

He was investigating Emma Foster’s cause of death and currently suspected the Dark Alliance.

The person who attacked Layla that night was indeed sent by the Dark Alliance.

That’s why he had turned up in the suburbs that night.

He had seen her then but had never asked about what happened that night.

This didn’t make much sense according to his character.

Or had he already discovered the reason she had been there?

"I’m still going to need your help with my company’s issues," Layla said.

Chloe collected her thoughts and replied, "It’s being handled. At this point, we can confirm that Luna Lowell is not your dad’s biological daughter. As for your dad’s will, it’s uncertain. We’ll definitely have to go to court. We’re just waiting for one person."

"Who?"

"A lawyer. He is currently in Africa and should return next month."

In the afternoon, the students had already arrived in the new class.

The belongings of Chloe Collins had been moved to the Year 3 Class 8’s classroom by Layla’s friends in advance, and the latest seating arrangement was posted on the class door.

Chloe glanced at it and saw a certain someone’s name. She walked into the classroom and indeed, there was Anders Spence sitting right next to her.

He seemed as if he had been hit by a bomb, his head down, not saying a word, his eyes filled with pride and indignation.

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(Good night)