His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1483 It’s Time to Make a Choice_1

Chapter 1483: Chapter 1483 It’s Time to Make a Choice_1

Chapter 1483

In these photos, many familiar faces appeared, all were people he had known about from Alexander Foster two years ago.

One of them was Emma Foster, whom he had known for a long time and who was Alexander Foster’s aunt.

The others were her colleagues, including Layla’s teacher, Wanda Wesley’s stepfather, and other experimenters who had disappeared for many years.

"Mr. Charles, according to my investigation, they may be disguising themselves as hospital staff and secretly conducting related BDR experiments. The second floor basement could potentially be their headquarters."

Charles Carrington put down these photos, thought for a moment, and shook his head, "It’s not that simple. We still haven’t found the reason why Wanda Wesley stayed here."

This matter was something that Chloe Collins had asked him to investigate.

He also saw the USB flash drive that Milton White had sent to Chloe Collins. The information showed that Wanda Wesley was finally expelled after destroying a laboratory, and moreover, she had deliberately broken into the conference room at that time.

The conference room, a place where information was always gathered and circulated, perhaps, she heard about Harmony Complex there and thus insisted on staying here.

But what role did Harmony Complex play in this matter?

Was it just because the experimental staff had been here?

He stared at the photos, lost in thought.

As a brother, he wanted to relieve his sister of her worries, but he was embarrassed to report to her without any progress in the matter.

"How did Mr. Foster’s meeting with Milton White go?" He asked.

The assistant replied, "I heard that the meeting didn’t happen. The Whites have now handed almost all of their affairs over to Milton White, who declined Mr. Foster’s visit on the grounds of being busy."

Charles Carrington frowned slightly, leaned back and fell into deep thought.

Soon, he put away those photos, locked them in a drawer, grabbed his coat, and got up: "Let’s go to the Whites."

The assistant nodded, then said, "Mr. Charles, if you intervene, you may face a choice. Haven’t you been neutral for the past two years?"

There were grievances between the Foster and White families, and between Alexander Foster and Milton White, some were for profit, some were for affection.

And Charles Carrington, as a brother to both of them, was just as torn as the Carringtons, who were friends of both families.

Several generations up, people from all three families were close friends who would gather to chat and have a good time during holidays and festivals.

Charles Carrington took steady steps forward, his voice muted: "It’s time to choose."

As the door opened, the girl outside was startled and took a step back, avoiding eye contact in a somewhat guilty manner.

The seriousness on Charles Carrington’s face faded a bit, "Didn’t you say you were going to see Chloe Collins?"

Layla Lowell: "Yes, I’m going right now."

As she spoke, she left with a backward glance.

Charles Carrington watched her retreating figure and couldn’t help but smile a little before heading quickly to the elevator to handle urgent matters.

Layla Lowell didn’t follow him.

In fact, she didn’t understand the conversation inside just now because the soundproofing was too good.

She was quite curious about what could make him suddenly become so serious, as if he had changed into another person.

She had seen this side of him before, and in fact, it was precisely because of her seeing this side of him that she had been entranced by his smile.

Because he was as serious in court as he had just been.

Thirty percent sternness, seventy percent meticulousness fused together was the handsome man who touched her heart.

"Sigh, Layla Lowell, you’re just an external collaborator," she said to herself.

Shaking her head, she stopped reminiscing, packed up her stuff and headed towards Chloe Collins.