His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1409: That is the Scent of Wanda Wesley!

Chapter 1409: Chapter 1409: That is the Scent of Wanda Wesley!

Chapter 1409

"We can discuss Clara’s matter later, but first send Chloe Collins back! I’m telling you, Alexander Foster will soon know about this. You’ll be done for then!"

"By the way, I won’t harm Chloe Collins. Will he resort to murder? I simply won’t allow Clara to succeed! Does this wretched person think she can replicate Chloe Collins’s success story and then become another Chloe Collins? Ha! Does she think she’s worthy? Also, you should be on the same side as me. Do you think it would be beneficial to us if she becomes the President? I won’t let such a thing happen!"

It seems like this topic struck a nerve. She abruptly ended the call without waiting to hear her husband’s explanation.

Chloe finally understood.

So, it had to do with the Carringtons.

She hadn’t known much about the Carringtons before, but it seems their family affairs were not so simple.

Virginia Stark was Carrington’s daughter-in-law. Possibly, her husband was Charles Carrington’s cousin, while Clara Carrington was Charles’ uncle’s illegitimate daughter.

Perhaps because Charles did not want to take over the company, the president’s position was vacated. Then Clara was chosen by the group as a potential successor. Virginia, as the daughter-in-law, did not agree, so she decided to step in.

Chloe thought for a while and then suddenly remembered the Clara she knew from Anstolas in the Continent of Stortia, who was a middle-level manager within the Starbright Group, and who had once asked for her contact on the messaging app.

She asked herself, could this be a case of mistaken identity?

After what felt like a long, long time, the car drove from the noisy area to a quieter one, seemingly to another city.

She had left a small crack in the car window, and the cool breeze blowing through it swept over Chloe’s nose.

Suddenly, a familiar scent struck her, making her heart jolt!

It was Wanda Wesley’s scent!

She remembered the scents of people close to her. She had an especially vivid impression of Wanda’s scent because she had spent the past two years worrying about Wanda’s whereabouts.

The subtle, soft smell, despite getting mixed up with numerous other complex smells, was still recognized by her!

Sadly, as the car drove past, the scent gradually faded until it was no longer there.

Chloe silently counted the minutes, using her knowledge of the time and the car’s speed to estimate the location of the place where she had smelled Wanda’s scent.

About half an hour later, the car finally stopped.

"Young Miss, we have arrived."

"Hmm, come, help get her out of the car. Be careful, do not knock or bump into anything."

"Sure."

They carefully put her into the wheelchair. Following that, she was pushed by Virginia Stark into the elevator.

This place was a hotel with an undisclosed location.

Once out of the elevator, she finally heard other people’s conversations, quickly allowing Chloe to find the crucial information to confirm her location.

Three girls were talking.

"I waited for so long to finally book a room. This place is jam-packed every March. It’s harder to get a room here than it is getting a train ticket over the New Year!"

"Well, we can’t help it. This hotel is closest to Mount Crimson, and the people who come here are all flocking to see the peach blossoms!"

Having lived in Orlando for many years, Chloe quickly determined the location of the hotel from these two sentences alone. Coincidentally, it was a property owned by the Fosters.

Mount Crimson’s tourist attractions also belonged to the Fosters’ assets. It was most famous for its sprawling peach blossoms, and it was splendid every year, offering a fairy-tale-like sightseeing experience.

The hotel closest to Mount Crimson’s entrance was naturally owned by the Fosters.

She had been to this place a few times before. The service was quite good.

Having confirmed her location, she quickly looked back.

Unfortunately, she was unsure of the route the driver took, so even though she knew that Wanda’s place was half an hour’s drive from here, she could not pinpoint the exact location.

Anxiety welled up within her.