His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 175: Getting Close

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: Getting Close

Chapter 175

Chloe Collins walked leisurely with her hands in her pockets and a light smile on her lips, "Perfumery? Sounds interesting. Why shouldn’t I go?"

Tristan Collins’ eyes flashed with confusion.

Raine Nolan’s eyes narrowed, and she couldn’t control herself as she saw Chloe’s calm smile, "Why are you going? Are you just trying to humiliate yourself? You don’t know perfumery, and you’re the daughter of a master perfumer. How are you going to answer when people ask you about it? You’re always so selfish, never considering your family, only thinking about whether or not you’re happy!"

Raine was righteous in her words, her chest heaving slightly.

"You’re not allowed to talk about my sister like that!" Theodore Collins stepped forward, his neck stiff as he faced Raine Nolan.

Chloe was touched, but she didn’t show the slightest hint of injury. Her cool voice calmly responded, "It’s not up to you to define who I am. Instead of wasting your time trying to fight against me, you should focus on improving yourself."

After she spoke, she patted Theodore’s head and said, "I’m leaving," before walking away at a leisurely pace.

Throughout the entire exchange, Tristan Collins didn’t say a word, his cold eyes filled with deep thoughts.

Raine was nearly in tears from anger. She hurried back to her room to calm herself down.

Clutching her palm, she silently vowed that she would make Chloe Collins regret her decision tonight!

At 6:30, she attended the dinner party with Tristan Collins.

This time, the party was held at the West Wing.

The carved door of the West Wing led to a parking lot the size of a basketball court, which was already full of cars.

The interior design was rich with the style of European medieval heavy oil paintings, and the long corridor on both sides was decorated with various famous paintings and those created by Alan Foster himself.

At this time, many guests with wine glasses were chatting in the gallery, waiting for the banquet to begin.

Raine mingled among them, carefully engaging in conversations and sharing her experiences in perfumery.

When three seniors heard that she was only eighteen, they were surprised and kept praising her for being young and talented with a promising future.

"Oh my, Camille is here."

Raine looked over and saw Alan Foster leading a blond, blue-eyed foreign woman into the gallery.

The woman was dressed in a simple yet elegant suit that lacked the extravagant designs on Raine’s attire but was incredibly graceful.

For a moment, Raine was stunned for three seconds.

Although she had always wanted to defeat Camille, at this moment, she had to admit that she was impressed by this woman.

Her temperament... was too good.

Raine joined the others in greeting Camille. Edgar Foster came over and introduced her to Camille, "This is our company’s youngest perfumer, Miss Raine Nolan."

Raine couldn’t hide her excitement and hurriedly introduced herself.

Camille smiled and complimented her for being capable.

With the help of Edgar Foster, Raine smoothly engaged in conversation with Camille.

She took the initiative to hold Camille’s arm, first addressing her in their native language. Once she knew Camille’s Chinese name was Meghan Jones, she warmly called her ’Sister Meghan’.

At this time, Tristan was sitting at an outdoor table, talking with a few friends his age.

Among those friends, some were curious about the young girl beside Camille.

He naturally said, "That’s my goddaughter, Raine Nolan. Just like her mother, she loves perfumery and has won several awards internationally. She’s now working part-time as a researcher in Edgar’s company."

"Wow, that’s amazing."

From this point on, a stream of compliments followed.

As they walked to another side, they saw Cherry Foster and a few others chatting under a tree. Cherry looked over at Raine.

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