His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1396: Seeking Excitement?_1

Chapter 1396: Chapter 1396: Seeking Excitement?_1

Chapter 1396

Upon hearing this, Layla Lowell felt something was off and turned off her computer’s volume.

The woman chuckled, "Calling it ’fishing’ sounds so unpleasant. I am pursuing."

The man laughed intriguingly, with a touch of disdain and a majority of amused curiosity gazing at the woman, said, "You switch boyfriends faster than I flip through books."

The woman briefly showed him a photo of Charles Carrington and darkly added, "This one’s different, he’s not just a lawyer, I’ve looked into it. He’s the crown prince of Carrington Enterprise, his worth is beyond measure. If I can get close to him, I’d never have to worry about living a life of riches."

The man spat out the instant noodles he was about to eat, surprised, "Really? Isn’t he just running a law firm?"

"Rich people are low-key. Only new money flaunts their wealth everywhere. What do you know? Moreover, he’s not just a lawyer and a rich kid, he’s also a famous race car driver. You should read more news."

After digesting the woman’s words, the man laughed again,"What’s your plan? It’s going to be hard to ’fish’ this kind of man, isn’t it? They’re not stupid, and they certainly are not lacking women."

Hearing this, Layla Lowell raised an eyebrow.

The woman continued, "I already have a plan. He took on a case a while ago, won it. My cousin was the client, and I plan to use this connection to get close to him. But, I need some assistance, which is why I’m here."

The man put on a ’thrilled’ expression, "Aren’t you always criticizing me for being useless, what can I help you with?"

"Less talk, didn’t you mention last time that you got your hands on some good stuff from your buddies? The kind that makes people insatiable."

She lowered her voice, winking at the man.

Layla Lowell suppressed her surprised emotions, she did not turn her head to look, but listened closely.

She didn’t hear the rest clearly, but soon saw the woman pull out several large bills from her bag and placed them on the table, and then accept a small package from the man, it looked like the packaging paper used by drugstores to wrap crushed medicine for children.

Not long after, the woman left with a hopeful look on her face.

Layla Lowell didn’t feel like gaming anymore.

She secretly took a photo of the woman, thought for a moment, intending to warn Charles Carrington.

However, when she was about to send the message, she suddenly thought, what if he would be willing?

This kind of low-level method, perhaps other women have used it on him before.

Her mind was a bit chaotic.

She gritted her teeth, then chased after the woman.

She ran out of the Internet cafe, searched for a while, and just in time saw the woman get into a taxi. She hailed a taxi and followed.

The car finally stopped at the entrance of New City Bar.

She paid the fare and got out, hiding behind a utility pole to watch.

Just then, a few people walked out of the bar, Charles Carrington was one of them.

The woman hastily approached, didn’t greet at all, she just intentionally walked by Charles Carrington, then pretended to trip and fall.

With a painful yelp, she acted very coy.

Layla Lowell frowned and closed her eyes, finding the sight somewhat irritating, and she felt embarrassed all over.

These tricks were just too outdated.

She couldn’t bear to watch anymore, but still squatted down and peered out from behind the pole.

The men looked at the woman who had fallen on the ground, none of them offering a hand.

The woman quickly reacted, stood up on her own, grabbed Charles Carrington’s arm, plastered on a smile and started making small talk.

Her voice was too low for Layla Lowell to overhear, so she instinctively leaned forward to see better, and suddenly realized Charles Carrington was walking towards her, followed by the woman.

At this moment, Layla Lowell wanted to find a place to hide, quickly turning and standing with her back to them.

She prayed in her heart: pretend she can’t see her, pretend she can’t see her.

And then —

"If you want to watch, watch openly. Why are you spying, seeking thrill?"

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(Good night)