His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1626: Will Your Anger Dissipate?

Chapter 1626: Chapter 1626: Will Your Anger Dissipate?

Chapter 1626

Chloe Collins harbored no negative emotions; she was simply recalling the past, sifting through memories for anything suspicious.

It wasn’t that she minded her mother not coming to see her; she was rather questioning the authenticity of the news about Tristan Collins.

She dialed Milton White.

No sooner had she made the call than Alexander Foster said, "You won’t get through. His phone has been switched off for ten days straight. He’s been grounded by Hans White, and dozens of Mutated People are guarding him inside and out."

Chloe put away her phone. "I need to go have a chat with him."

"Chlo-Chlo, think about it calmly. If he could have told you, would he have kept it from you for so long?" Alexander asked her.

The restless factor inside Chloe was fully suppressed. "Mm, that’s true. He must have his reasons for not telling me."

Alexander: "Since it’s related to the Valleys, Conrad Quincy and the others will surely find out. I’ll send additional support there. You just stay put."

Chloe didn’t respond. Her eyes half-closed as her thoughts fluttered about.

-

The next day, a piece of news skyrocketed to the top of all major news charts.

[The Collinses announce the termination of all major collaborations with the Whites, effective immediately, joining the Foster Trade Alliance. Chairman Tristan Collins has unconditionally gifted half of his shares to Chloe Collins, President of Carrington Enterprise.]

Following was the second trending search about Chloe.

[Chloe Collins, the Empress of Thorns]

The second trending search, "Thorns," a homophone for ’economics’ in Grearon, symbolized that Chloe Collins was the most powerful businesswoman in the country, directly owning assets that encompassed the four major families of Grearon!

The Fosters, the Carringtons, the Spences, and now even the Collinses declared that their company shares had a part for her!

In history, she was the only one!

This trending search hung there for a whole week, and her own popularity remained sky-high.

Not from the Entertainment Circle, yet she was more sought after than those in it.

People affectionately called her Emperor Collins or Empress Chlo-Chlo, always with the respectful word "Emperor" or "Empress."

Tristan Collins didn’t pay much attention to trending searches, but after unilaterally announcing the gifting of shares, his Secretary informed him that many netizens were mentioning him under the official company posts online, asking him numerous questions.

Out of curiosity, he took a glance.

He was nearly infuriated to death.

Netizen One: Mr. Collins, I’ve never cooperated with anyone else but you, haha, after raising a child for someone else for decades, now the child returns to their real father, and you’re even eager to give away money... Are you out of your mind?

Netizen Two: This is the first time I’ve seen such a generous cuckold king. Mr. Collins, forgive me for being blunt, but you’re amazing... But really, nobody forced you?

Just these two days alone could make him so angry that his forehead throbbed.

"It’s my own damn business how I handle my things!"

With that comment, he arranged for two Assistants to go online and bite back at each one.

The Secretary, quite puzzled, couldn’t help asking again, "Mr. Collins, why? What if the two Young Masters start fighting when they’re grown? Look, Miss Collins hasn’t responded yet. While the procedures have yet to proceed, why don’t you revoke this decision?"

Tristan Collins glared. "Get out."

The Secretary dared not say another word and quickly slipped away.

The office returned to quiet. Tristan turned his chair to face the neighboring skyscrapers, closely packed and bustling, feeling somewhat agitated.

After watching for a long time, he suddenly muttered to himself, "By compensating her like this, will some of your anger towards me diminish?"

The image of Joy Taylor appeared before him, somewhat blurry.

He reached out but couldn’t touch it. As he turned his eyes, it vanished into thin air.