His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 369: Worried that One’s Little Lamb will be Snatched Away by Other Wolves

Chapter 369: Chapter 369: Worried that One’s Little Lamb will be Snatched Away by Other Wolves

Chapter 369

[This young lady is so pretty that even a messy background doesn’t affect her beauty. The photo is very artistic. I’m going to use it as my desktop wallpaper!]

[Tell us quickly, who is this new starlet?]

[Lele has always been a street-style photographer. Stop mentioning celebrities, this young lady is just a passerby.]

[Does she have an Instagram account? Can someone @ her for me? I’m a super fan of her face! So high-class!]

[I wonder if she has a boyfriend. I’m single too.]

[You toads should stop drooling. How can a mere bird compare to a phoenix?]

All the comments were full of infatuation.

Charles Carrington didn’t deny that Chloe Collins was indeed incredibly beautiful. Even he had once been dazzled by her appearance.

Perhaps, if he hadn’t suffered at her hands, he might have pursued her too.

With that thought, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and glanced at the man beside him.

"You’re not actually going to take her home now, are you? It’s not a big deal if the young lady has a hobby of playing with money."

Alexander Foster said indifferently, "The casino is chaotic."

Charles understood instantly that this guy was worried about his lamb being snatched away by other wolves.

Thinking of that, he couldn’t help but lower his gaze and look at the photo of Chloe Collins again. She was indeed very beautiful and heart-stirring.

Just as that thought crossed his mind, he felt a chill on his neck and took a sideways glance, meeting someone’s gaze.

"I’m looking at the comments, not her."

As he said that, he shifted his gaze back to the comments area and was drawn to the next one.

[The short-haired young lady in the last photo has a great back view too! They look good together!]

He returned to the nine pictures, his eyes landing on the last photo, and his expression tightened a bit.

In the last photo, standing next to Chloe was none other than his client, Layla Lowell.

"She’s been discharged?" He frowned.

Why didn’t she tell him?

Was her injury healed when she was discharged?

"Alex, step on it."

"Or let me drive."

"Don’t mind the red light, just go straight. We can make it on time!"

Alex furrowed his brows and said solemnly, "Shut up."

Two minutes later, the car slowly stopped at a private parking space in the casino.

At the same time, Chloe Collins and her companion leisurely walked into the main hall. Their outfits were indistinguishable from the others, but they attracted attention because the waiters behind them were holding towering stacks of chips.

Most people wondered which spoiled young lady she was from.

At that moment on the second floor, Tristan Collins, who had just walked out of a private room, happened to witness this scene.

There were four people with Tristan, two of his men and the other two were Anders Spence’s father, the Spence Family Head, John Spence.

Just as the two of them were about to leave, Tristan stopped abruptly. John, following Tristan’s gaze, looked down at the main hall and was suddenly taken aback. "Isn’t that Chloe? What is she doing here?"

Tristan’s hawk-like eyes gradually filled with a dark mist, as a cold and murderous atmosphere spread outward.

"You’re too generous with her, Tristan. She’s not even in college yet. You should tighten her purse strings."

Tristan didn’t say anything, but his dark eyes burned with rage and confusion.

Where did she get so much money?

Just like this time, the last auction, she casually presented 30 million.

At that time, she was accompanied by a blond-haired man from a small company. Tristan had lectured her, thinking she had changed her ways. But today, she pulled this stunt again!