His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 388: Are You Doraemon?

Chapter 388: Chapter 388: Are You Doraemon?

Chapter 388: Are You Doraemon?

Alexander Foster caught the small item that had fallen from her ear.

Upon closer inspection, it looked familiar.

He immediately recalled the image of seeing this little thing for the first time in the car.

Turns out, she had been wearing it all along.

Before Alex could get a good look, she took it back from him.

"I called you." Chloe Collins said.

She calmly put the hearing aid back in her palm and returned it to her ear.

Just then, the host on the stage finished reading the script and invited him to speak.

When Alex went on stage, Chloe finally let out a breath and adjusted her hearing aid.

The quality of the device was good, just a bit prone to falling out.

It seemed she needed to discuss this issue with Tommy.

Her thoughts returning to the present, she looked at the stage.

Staring intently at Alex’s face, she didn’t feel as tired as before.

Indeed, looking at someone with a pleasant appearance can rejuvenate the spirit.

Eight minutes later, Alan Foster took over the stage and started speaking.

In less than two minutes, Chloe pinched her eyebrows and tried to suppress sudden waves of drowsiness.

If only she had something to help her stay awake.

Alexander handed her a peeled mint candy.

"A little pick-me-up."

Just like a timely help, Chloe grabbed it right away and ate it.

Looking at his pocket, she asked, "Are you Doraemon?"

He smiled.

"If you want to find out, you can take a look."

Chloe couldn’t resist her curiosity and reached into his pocket.

When she pulled her hand out, she was holding a small chocolate.

"We have dinner later, so don’t eat too much," he said.

Chloe put the chocolate back, "I didn’t want to eat it."

She just wanted to see if he was really carrying candies.

She had never seen a man with chocolates and mints in his suit pocket and wanted to feel it just out of curiosity.

After the nearly hour-long Grand Assembly ended, there was an exhibition session, and everyone moved over to the adjacent exhibition hall.

This season’s new products and every previous season’s best-selling perfumes were displayed in the hall.

Chloe didn’t plan to go over to take a look, and since she was hungry, she decided to go out for dinner and shopping with Evelyn Thompson.

William Foster and his sons, Alexander and Alan, all had dinner plans and didn’t come along.

Before the departure, Evelyn went to the restroom, while Chloe sat and waited on the couch outside.

Suddenly, a hurried sound of footsteps approached, with high heels clacking on the floor.

Upon raising her head, Chloe saw an elegantly dressed woman coming and towering over her with a condescending look.

"I finally found you." Tessa Collins said with a frown.

Rosalind Taylor, standing beside Tessa, wore a half-serious, half-false concern on her face but didn’t say anything.

With a nonchalant attitude, Chloe didn’t stand up and leaned comfortably back on the couch, continuing to look at her phone.

"If you have something to say, say it," she replied indifferently.

Sighing heavily, Tessa sat down beside Chloe.

"Did you create ’All Living Things’?"

"Chlo-Chlo, why can’t you know your limitations? You don’t know how to blend fragrances, so why did you meddle in it? Now, in a month, once Alexander sees the dismal sales results, he’ll blame you, and then your father, and then the Collinses. Aren’t you causing trouble for the Collins family?"

Chloe looked up, "Are you unhappy, Miss Tessa?"

"Of course, I’m unhappy! You’re so reckless, how could I be happy?"

"Oh, if you’re unhappy, just hold it in, or find a way to vent your frustrations. Telling me won’t help."

Tessa’s face changed, and she looked at Rosalind Taylor in amazement, "Did you hear that? Did you hear it? This young lady actually spoke to me like that!"

Rosalind spoke with a half-smile, "Well, this matter isn’t all Chloe’s fault..."

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(End of today’s update, good night.)

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