His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1326: How Do You Trust Each Other So Much?_1

Chapter 1326: Chapter 1326: How Do You Trust Each Other So Much?_1

"Chapter 1326

He paused, his smile deep, staring at Alexander Foster and laughed, "After your Aunt damaged your eyes that time, she was preoccupied with her own problems and was taken away by those people. When they were searching for you, they found that you were gone, they thought you’d run away on your own."

Alexander said softly, "Not long after my eyes were injured, someone hit me on the back of my head. I passed out and when I woke up, I was back at the Fosters’s."

"Yes, that’s right." His smile deepened and he continued, "The person who risked their life to save you that day, was Milton White!"

Surprise appeared on their faces to varying degrees.

Chloe Collins said, "During that time he was recuperating, my Senior was indeed injured and spent a long time in bed."

Because of this, she went specifically to Alexander’s courtyard to steal persimmons for the medical staff.

Memories matched one by one, stirring feelings in both of their hearts.

Destiny had already connected them in a mysterious way.

Jerry River: "Your aunt told me this herself, it can’t be fake. When they grabbed her, she was very worried about you. When she was forced into the car, she looked back and happened to see Milton White carrying you out of the house."

His eyes deep: "Seems like you really didn’t know about this. And I wonder, you Fosters and the Whites have been at odds for so many years, yet you two were once as close as brothers, why would he come to save you?"

Chloe also turned her head to look at Alexander, silently watching him, enjoying the spectacle.

The two men argued every time they met, often fiercely. Yet, it turned out that in a critical moment, they still had to rely on each other.

She saw Alexander’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, his eyes complex, his feelings probably also complex to the extreme.

She poked his arm, said: "Why don’t you invite him for a drink?"

Alexander Foster looked calm, expressionless, his gaze shifted to Jerry River: "How would he know about our situation at the time?"

Jerry River stroked his chin: "Your aunt didn’t tell me, but I guess, Milton White might have heard something from the previous generation. That’s why I am so sure that the people from the Alliance are the masterminds, only then would it make sense. Otherwise, how would Milton White know you were attacked? He must have inadvertently discovered their plan, sneaking over to keep watch."

Chloe Collins said solemnly: "I’ll go back and ask him."

"Young lady, don’t ask too many questions, he may not be able to tell you everything. His position and status mean he has to keep certain secrets to himself, otherwise, it could cause trouble for him. If you don’t believe me, ask Young Master Foster."

Alexander Foster and Chloe Collins made eye contact. He said, "I have no secrets from you."

Chloe nodded, "I can see that."

Jerry River: "..."

He failed again, why couldn’t these two argue?

"Young lady, how do you manage to trust each other so completely?" He really couldn’t understand.

Chloe: "We haven’t found any reason not to trust."

Jerry River fell silent, he contemplated for a while and said, "After all this talk, we still don’t know who took Manie, and whether she is safe now."

Before he finished his sentence, Chloe’s phone rang.

She looked down and was immediately overjoyed, "It’s Dean Collins!"

She answered the call, but the other party did not speak.

"Dean Collins?"

The call was on speakerphone, sitting on the table.

Three seconds later, the person on the other end spoke —

"Chloe Collins, I presume this is Miss Collins?"

It was a woman’s voice.

Jerry River suddenly stood up, his face agitated.

"Laura...Laura Crawford! You are Laura Crawford!"

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