His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1331 The Bride Gets Married_1

Chapter 1331: Chapter 1331 The Bride Gets Married_1

Chapter 1331

Alexander Foster said, "I’ve already sent someone to negotiate with her and ask her to join us."

"What about the experiment subjects?"

"They’ve been arranged by the government officials to receive treatment. The process is very secretive, and the places they will be going are also very hidden." He patiently answered her questions.

After hearing this, Chloe Collins nodded, leaning back, and exhaled slowly.

Staring out the car window at the retreating darkness, she mumbled, "We’ve done everything we can. The rest is up to fate."

Alexander Foster glanced at her, his expression thoughtful.

After a while, Chloe Collins opened her eyes, noticed they were off track, and frowned. "Mr. Quincy, I’m going back to Southvale’s Riverside."

Quincy’s face changed slightly, and he looked at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror for his opinion.

Alexander Foster’s hand covered hers, "Come home with me."

"Liam Locke might be coming, and I don’t feel comfortable leaving him alone."

"He’s already gone back to Kingdom D with his brother, he won’t be back for a while." Alexander Foster whispered back.

Chloe Collins turned to face him: "Do you really need me to spell it out for you?"

Her luggage had already been packed and taken away by their Master. Under such circumstances, returning would seem faceless.

Alexander Foster looked at her for a moment before speaking to the driver, "Back to Southvale’s Riverside."

"Yes, Young Master."

Alexander Foster dropped Chloe Collins off at her front door and only left after the lights inside the house were turned on.

She hadn’t been living in this house for a while, but it was still spotless thanks to Heijii’s diligence.

After she showered, Lydia Lowell and Wanda Wesley arrived with food.

The weather here was different from in Anstolas; the night was cold.

Leaves rustled and fell in the courtyard. Inside, beyond the French windows, they had set a table full of food.

Chloe Collins fetched a few bottles of good wine from the cellar, planning to unwind.

After finishing a few bottles, both Lydia Lowell and Wanda Wesley were quite drunk, and their eyes were hazy.

The two began to play, braiding Chloe Collins’s hair into two braids, pinning a big red flower on her head, and putting on her lipstick and eyeliner.

The two giggled at each other: "Bride."

Wanda Wesley: "Beautiful."

"Here comes the bride, Dun Dun Dun... Dun Dun Dun..."

Chloe Collins: "..."

She quietly poured herself a glass of wine, took a sip, and let them do as they pleased.

Lydia Lowell sat with dried sweet potatoes in her hand and asked her, "Nowadays, people online are waiting for the Fosters to change their minds. Some people are already calling you Mrs. Foster, huh?"

Without a word, Wanda Wesley took out her phone and showed her the relevant news.

With a quick glance, Chloe Collins said, "Oh, not so soon."

"Hm? But haven’t you already surpassed Mane York? Now people aren’t comparing you two anymore, saying that there’s no comparison."

Wanda Wesley: "Don’t they like you in their family?"

Chloe Collins took a sip of her wine, not elaborating.

"Let’s drink."

That night, they all slept in the same bed, using each other as pillows.

After drinking, one tends to talk in their sleep, and each of them was no different.

In her dreams, Lydia Lowell still remembered to sass Charles Carrington.

Wanda Wesley murmured Robert Foster’s name.

Chloe Collins didn’t say anything, her hand amusedly fiddling with the porcelain doll’s eyeball.

The next day, Chloe Collins was the first one who woke up.

She changed into her running clothes, preparing to go for a morning jog, and to buy breakfast on the way back.

When she reached the fork in the road, she suddenly smelled a familiar perfume.

It was a perfume she had given to Evelyn Thompson. The scent was light and occasionally disappeared.

"Chlo-Chlo!"

The cheerful voice came, and she turned around abruptly.