His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1486: He Brought Back a Little Girl_1

Chapter 1486: Chapter 1486: He Brought Back a Little Girl_1

Chapter 1486

She slowly retreated back, her eyes down in thought, her voice sounding a bit indifferent, "Alright, got it."

The Lobby Manager retreated.

Seeing her this way, her close assistant asked, "Miss Bauer, you look rather unhappy, why’s that?"

"Of course I’m happy, how can I not be?"

Despite her words, her laughter didn’t reach her eyes.

The contemptuous look in Tristan Collins’ eyes seemed to still linger in her mind, impossible for her to forget.

He was someone she found extremely uncomfortable.

"Continue with it tomorrow and intensify the promotion," she ordered, then stood up.

Just then, her phone pinged.

[My wife and child are going to her parents’ house tonight — Austin Thornton.]

A hint of disgust flickered between her eyebrows. She thought for a moment and decided to tolerate it for the time being

-

At the Whites’.

Night had already fallen and the host, Chandler White, ordered the food to be served for Charles Carrington.

Today, he had come to meet Milton White, but the latter had gone on a business trip and said he would only be home tonight.

So, he was here waiting.

The two families have been acquainted for generations, so this was not Charles’ first time dining here, and therefore, he didn’t feel particularly restrained.

Chandler White is Milton White’s cousin; he is a warm-hearted person and had been entertaining Charles all day today.

At dinner time, aside from Milton White, everyone else had returned and gathered around the table.

Hans White, the father, sat in the main seat. After clinking glasses with Charles, he casually asked, "I heard that your two younger sisters are currently competing?"

"Yes, Uncle White."

Hans White gave a slight nod, no emotions could be discerned from his expression, he said, "The Carringtons’ daughters are impressive, each more talented than the other. But are you really not planning on taking over the company?"

"My ambition does not lie there," he replied with a light smile.

Hans White raised his eyebrows, seemingly disappointed, but did not show it.

Just then, the sound of a car slowly pulling in could be heard from outside, followed immediately by the greeting of the servant.

"Young Master White."

"Milton’s back, perfect timing, just in time for dinner." Chandler laughed, as he stood up to greet him.

Charles, after bidding Mr. White goodbye, also left his seat to go look.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked in the courtyard, and the servant respectfully opened the rear door of the car.

Charles barely saw a figure, small, like a child.

He felt puzzled.

The next second, the person coming out of the car was indeed a child, moreover, a girl.

She looked about twelve or thirteen years old, thin and malnourished, looking as if she was suffering from long-term malnutrition. Her somewhat withered hair was braided into two pigtails, rather messily. Her skin was yellowish, her face small and delicate, but what was most striking about her were her eyes. Clear-cut, as big as chestnuts, looking straight at people, like a village girl who had visited the city for the first time.

She seemed rather awkward under the gaze of him and Chandler.

At this moment, the car door on the other side opened, and Milton White got out of the car.

He was usually considered handsome and gentle, but don’t know if it was because he had been through severe trials and tribulations with time, his face had become as stern and resolute as the lines on his face. The look on his face carried an innate severity and seriousness, completely devoid of laughter or frivolity.

But they knew, the previous Milton White didn’t look like this.

The moment the girl saw him getting out of the car, she hurriedly stepped close to him and hid behind him. She pursed her lips gently and shrank back apprehensively.

"Milton, why are you so late? Charles has been waiting for you the entire day," said Chandler.

"Sorry, my flight was delayed." He lightly replied to Charles, sounding somewhat aloof.