His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 387: Fell Asleep on His Shoulder

Chapter 387: Chapter 387: Fell Asleep on His Shoulder

Chapter 387

This voice was very low, only Chloe Collins could hear it.

Chloe chuckled softly, her eyes exuding an inherent sense of authority that compelled obedience. In a lazy tone, she said, "Why don’t you say that after you win?"

Raine Nolan’s momentum obviously weakened, but she couldn’t stand being silenced. Laughing, she said, "Didn’t you hear? No one has faith in you guys now, and we have better publicity! We don’t need to wait a month, I can tell you now, you guys are definitely going to lose."

She released all her pent-up frustrations in that low roar.

However, she did not see any tension on Chloe’s face, and this unpleasant feeling was like Chloe’s unruffled expression, making her very upset!

"Chloe Collins, if you beg me, maybe I can put in a good word for you when the Fosters question you. Just beg me." She sneered.

Chloe looked at her as if she was a fool, and said lightly, "Don’t think too highly of yourself. Win against me first. Otherwise, whatever you do, you’ll always be nothing but a little clown."

Raine froze, hatred swirling in her eyes. She sneered and wanted to say something, but decided against it with all the people around.

It was fine; just one month more to go. She could wait to see the day when Chloe admits defeat openly!

Chloe had already walked to the seat area and sat down in the front row.

Before long, Alexander Foster took a seat as well.

He handed her a milk candy: "Something to eat."

Chloe looked at him leisurely: "You carry candy with you."

He looked at her and said, "I didn’t do that before, but now I do."

Chloe replied, "Oh," and stuffed the milk candy into her pocket. After all, the occasion was quite serious, and it wasn’t suitable to eat candy.

The press conference began officially, and all the seats in the venue, which could accommodate over two thousand people, were filled.

As this press conference was different from the previous ones - there used to be only one main series released each quarter, now there were three - each procedure took longer than before.

These three series were Edgar Foster’s "Tree Essence," Alan Foster’s "Grace and Elegance," and Alex’s "All Living Things."

Photos flashed on the screen, and the host was introducing the history of Redolence Perfumes.

To Chloe, the microphone and the explanation sounded even more sleep-inducing than sleeping pills.

And while she had just played a game, she felt oddly relaxed, and her eyelids lowered without restraint, leaving only a slit in less than ten minutes.

In the blink of an eye, ten minutes had passed, and the on-screen procedure had proceeded to play commercials.

Apart from the stage lights, all the other lights in the venue were off, giving the atmosphere of a movie theater.

In the audience, Chloe’s eyes had already completely closed, and her head resting on the chair’s back was slowly leaning towards Alex’s shoulder.

There was a soft sound.

Alex turned his head and saw Chloe sleeping soundly. The corner of his mouth lifted into a gentle, intimate smile.

It was his fault for making things difficult for her by making someone who didn’t like to listen to lectures sit here and suffer.

For the fifteen minutes Chloe slept, he didn’t move much.

He didn’t want to wake her.

As the procedure continued and it was almost his turn to go onstage, he suddenly felt something fall out of Chloe’s ear. Then, he saw Chloe wake up suddenly.

Her drowsy eyes were filled with a shocked and dazed expression, adorable, and even a bit silly.