His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 210: Demolition and Relocation Compensation

Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Demolition and Relocation Compensation

Chapter 210

There was a message on her phone—

[Chloe! Big news! This Saturday at 3 pm, Charles and Aaron Hill are competing! These two are legends in the racing world! You remember that thrilling rally race, don’t you? This time, Charles wants to redeem himself! It’s bound to be intense! Do you want to go and watch? I’ve got tickets!]

Chloe raised her eyebrows slightly without clicking the link to the forum. She replied: Do I need to buy a ticket?

The reply came instantly—

[Yes, although it’s a private competition, there are so many people who want to watch that the venue has started selling tickets. I’ve got a few of them. Do you want one?]

[Chloe: I don’t need it.]

After sending that reply, she closed the app and cleared her messages one by one.

After dealing with the new messages and finishing her breakfast, she changed her clothes and rode her bike to school.

She was in a bit of a hurry, so she took a shortcut to school.

On the way, she had to pass through a narrow alley near the school. It was a residential area, with a part of it designated for demolition. Most people had already moved away, so it was suddenly quiet.

Mountain bike, unobstructed path.

As she was about to turn a corner, she heard a scolding voice.

She stopped her bike abruptly and turned her head to look. From a distance, she saw a man and two women surrounding Wanda Wesley, frowning and saying something.

Wanda was standing silently with her head down, leaning against the wall.

The middle-aged woman leading the group had already shown impatience, hands on her thick waist, spitting as she spoke to Wanda: "Search your conscience, and ask yourself how many times we helped you and your mother when your heartless father disowned you!"

"That’s right, you have to be conscientious. Wandy, your mother is married now, and you have this house all to yourself. That’s not fair. We are your uncle and aunt, after all. When the demolition money comes, we deserve half of it."

The speaker was the only man present, tall and skinny, looking about thirty to forty years old, his arms crossed, wearing a face of arrogance and irritation.

Wanda’s shoulders sank, and she looked up: "When my mother got married, she gave you two million. You signed an agreement on that day, stating that you would sever ties with us forever."

Her face was taut as she held her ground.

The middle-aged woman sneered: "We said that in anger, and you took it seriously? Wandy, your mother is my husband’s biological sister, and you’re her biological daughter. Can our kinship be changed by a piece of paper? No, right? Just do as you’re told. We’ll discuss the use of the demolition money together. You see, you’re still in school, you don’t need so much money. Your cousin is still young, and it will cost a lot of money to get him into a prestigious elementary school in the future. Can you bear not to help?"

Wanda clenched her fists and walked past them: "I need to go to class. Please let me pass."

The uncle stopped her: "It’s simple, you sign this, and we’ll let you go to class."

"I will not sign! Stop dreaming!" Wanda suddenly shouted.

Chloe blinked slowly, a little surprised that Wanda could be so resolute.

True, not many people are born weak. When pushed too far, the backbone in their nature arises and surges forward.

The three of them apparently didn’t expect Wanda to speak like that either. They hesitated for a few seconds before their expressions turned sour.

Just as they were about to get angry, Chloe suddenly rode her bike over.