His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1535: How Can I Keep Up with Your Pace, Young Lady?_1

Chapter 1535: Chapter 1535: How Can I Keep Up with Your Pace, Young Lady?_1

Chapter 1535

Chloe Collins: "They want to research me. If they fail this time, there’ll certainly be a next. Besides, they probably also know their plan has been exposed, and there will definitely be changes. The Harmony Complex won’t be affected."

"We should contact James Cunningham first and tell him the situation. This isn’t something we can handle privately."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Turning around, they found that someone was missing.

Chloe opened the door and saw Alexander Foster somewhat far away, talking on the phone.

They didn’t even know when he had left.

Judging by his conversation, it seemed like he was speaking with James Cunningham. He briefly mentioned some of the issues and then hung up the phone, walking towards them.

"James Cunningham and his team are still on assignment, they will send someone to pick up Wanda Wesley tomorrow."

She smiled slightly: "You sure do move fast, I had only just finished speaking, and you’ve already done it."

His eyes were full of indulgence, the large hand habitually rubbing her head: "If I didn’t work hard, how could I keep up with your pace, you little thing?"

She laughed.

-

The Whites’ residence.

A shadow darted into the house at the east end.

Ethel Collins, who had come out at the sound, quickly ran out of Milton White’s room, full of vigilance.

"Who is that!"

As she exclaimed, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of her, causing her to look up!

As soon as she raised her head, she found herself being choked and lifted up, almost suffocating.

The mysterious person in front of her merely moved a finger, without even touching her body.

Dealing with her was as simple as dealing with ants.

"Leave her, I can use her."

An extremely arrogant male voice echoed from inside the room. The next second, the door opened.

Milton White was dressed all in black, his gentle eyes revealing a sharp edge.

The mysterious man snorted coldly and casually tossed Ethel to one side.

Ethel gulped in air and composed herself before rushing in front of Milton White, ready to fight at any moment.

"Ethel, stand back." Milton White spoke.

"But if he wants to hurt you..."

"If he intends to harm me, do you truly believe you could protect me?" There was a hint of doubt in his words.

Ethel Collins: "I... I will try my very best!"

The mysterious man sneered at this and said, "This is a fun kid."

Upon hearing this, the thirteen-year-old Ethel mustered the courage to yell at him: "I may be a kid, but I’m no weakling! If you dare to hurt Milty, I will make you pay!"

"Heh, you have the loyalty of a dog."

Milton White glanced at him and briefly explained: "She is the child of the Hardings, the first second-generation pureblooded Mutated Person."

"Oh? That couple managed to keep it such a secret, didn’t they? And you didn’t tell me."

Milton White casually sat down, crossing his legs, an enigmatic aura surrounding him: "You know now, it’s not too late."

The girl listened to their conversation and judged that they weren’t strangers. She slowly retracted her hands and stood beside Milton White.

She surreptitiously observed the man in front of her. Despite the summer weather, he was clad in a tightly wrapped black robe, and wore a Guan Yu mask on his face, making him look extremely eerie.

Then, that unpleasant voice came from behind the mask again.

"In terms of ability, this second-generation Mutant is much weaker than that Chloe Collins!"

A look of disdain shone from behind the mask.

Ethel’s lips tightened, her face stubborn, refusing to accept his assessment.

Upon hearing this name, Milton White’s eyes flickered, but he asked a question that had nothing to do with Chloe Collins: "When does the plan start? Are the preparations almost completed?"