His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1330: He Becomes Brave for Her_1

Chapter 1330: Chapter 1330: He Becomes Brave for Her_1

Chapter 1330

Jerry River tutted, "I didn’t expect the government officials to be so underhanded."

Chloe Collins fastened her seatbelt and cast a glance at him, "You seem to lack the qualifications to discuss others’ underhandedness."

Jerry frowns, "How is that the same? The motives are different!"

Chloe: "..."

Jerry: "So, you knew from the start that he was testing you?"

"Since the moment he tried to coax information out of me."

Jerry pondered, "Considering your situation, you should continue to lay low. If they find out, they’ll definitely want to take over, which would make things inconvenient for us."

"Mm."

Without saying much else, Chloe kept driving on.

James Cunningham hadn’t been lying to her.

The government had always kept a close eye on Laura Crawford, even earlier than them. However, with Laura’s focus on Chloe, she missed the fact that there was a group trailing her, a situation reminiscent of a mantis stalking the cicada, oblivious to the sparrow behind.

Their kidnapping of Liam Locke had conveniently revealed their own location.

Before long, they rendezvoused with Alexander Foster.

Manie York and Liam had already been brought back and were in Alexander’s car, both of them unconscious.

They immediately took them for a full check-up, but fortunately, there was no serious harm.

The next morning, both of them had woken up and were resting in their respective rooms.

Chloe took breakfast to Liam, specifically preparing some savory porridge along with some side dishes.

Upon waking this time, Liam was unusually calm. He was neither terrified, nor flustered, nor shaking.

He finished the entire bowl of porridge without leaving a drop.

Watching him eat, Chloe felt an unusual sense of satisfaction.

"Do you want more?"

"I’m full." He set it aside and looked around.

"What are you looking for?"

"My clothes, the ones I wore yesterday."

Chloe went out and brought his coat in.

The weather had been hot these past few days, and there was no need for a coat.

"Are you cold?"

Liam took the coat without responding. He lowered his head and searched inside for a while before pulling out a row of vials as long as a finger, six in total.

"I took these when I returned from there. And these."

He continued to pull items from the hidden pockets of the coat. In the end, eight different types of substances were laid out in front of Chloe.

Chloe was pleasantly surprised and couldn’t help but laugh, "How did you manage to do that?"

Liam said, "I read your letter."

After a pause, he lowered his head, fell silent for a while, then continued softly, "Your letter made me realize they’re not frightening at all. If they’re all like you, then they’re victims too, not demons. So when I saw them on the surveillance, I wasn’t as scared."

The innocence and naïveté of his youth had caused his first encounter with those people to be traumatizing, and he was controlled by that fear for over a decade. But when he found out that the person he liked the most was the same as those people, the fearsome mount of terror in his heart began to falter.

"I figured, if they’re going to appear, it must have something to do with X. So I pretended to let them take me, and when I got there, I took anything that seemed useful."

Chloe felt a lump in her throat, and she looked away for a while.

"Thank you, Dean Collins." Her voice choked off slightly.

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Three days later.

When Chloe and Alexander disembarked from the plane, Alexander received Laura Crawford’s verdict.

He answered a call and after listening, he remained calm.

"Just as we thought, she’s been acquitted."

Chloe nodded, "After all, they are a self-organized group aiming at self-salvation. Although Laura Crawford is somewhat obsessive, their goal is the same. Since Laura is the key figure in developing the antidote, the experiment subjects would surely protect her. Without sufficient evidence, the government officials cannot convict her."

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