His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 398: Get Lost, You Disgusting Pervert!

Chapter 398: Chapter 398: Get Lost, You Disgusting Pervert!

Chapter 398

Without a second thought, Layla Lowell said, "Cool, cold, handsome, but also warm."

She smiled behind it.

"But why the sudden change in dressing style? You’ve always been cool and stylish, yet now you prefer this soft and tender style?"

Chloe Collins softly replied, "It was a gift from an elder."

Layla understood at once.

She had a lot of these types of clothes too, purchased in bulk for her by her father while he was still alive.

As the two of them walked into the villa, they suddenly heard someone coming down the stairs.

Before long, Chloe saw a furious and frowning woman standing at the staircase entrance, glaring menacingly at Layla and herself.

"Ignore her." Layla looked coldly at Charlotte Floyd.

Of course, Chloe had no interest in paying attention to such a person and followed Layla upstairs.

However, Charlotte blocked the staircase entrance, seemingly intending not to let them pass.

"Your father passed away less than two months ago, and you’ve been bringing these strange people into the house. Do you think I don’t exist?"

Layla’s eyes turned cold: "You think I should acknowledge your existence? What kind of filthy dirt are you, do you even deserve it?"

Still blocking the way and not letting them pass, Charlotte gritted her teeth and laughed, "You can’t win the lawsuit. Your father explicitly stated in black and white that he wanted to give me the company. If I don’t let go, you won’t get a single cent! Tomorrow, I’ll kick you out!"

"Charlotte, don’t think I won’t hit you!" Layla angrily said.

She stepped forward, forcing Charlotte to back off.

"If you dare to touch a single hair on my sister’s head, I’ll take care of you!"

A coarse-voiced man walked down from the second floor. He was tall and fat, with a face full of flesh, his black shorts practically skin-tight, and a black tank top draped over his upper body. He had almost completely shaved his head, leaving only a small tuft on top tied with a red rubber band.

Swaggering down the stairs, his fierce eyes stared at Layla, and his huge fists looked like they might strike out at any moment.

"Get lost, you disgusting pervert!" Layla glared at him.

However, the man didn’t get angry. His gaze shifted from Layla to Chloe, his interest piqued: "Live here? Sure, we got plenty of rooms."

Charlotte frowned, not understanding her brother’s intentions.

"Sis, you go have a rest. Leave this to me. With me here, this stinky girl won’t dare do anything to you." He grinned, his eyes greasy, and licked the corner of his mouth.

Remembering that the court case would start the next day, Charlotte reluctantly restrained herself and went to rest.

The man slowly stepped aside to let the two of them go upstairs.

The moment Chloe passed him, he deliberately turned around, causing her to bump into his arm unexpectedly.

A greasy feeling enveloped her.

Chloe glanced at him coldly, only to see his lewd gaze. She didn’t react and continued to walk up the stairs.

As soon as they reached the second floor, Layla said, "That disgusting pervert is Jason Chen, that woman’s brother. He’s so disgusting."

Chloe thought for a moment and asked, "Is he a...?"

Layla bluntly said, "Although I didn’t catch him in the act, I’m sure he’s always trying to sneak a peek at me. I have to lock my room every time I take a shower or go to sleep."

Chloe lifted her head and glanced around, her gaze falling on the camera in the hallway.

She asked Layla, "Are there cameras installed in the rooms as well?"

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(Which little cutie mispronounced "绾wan" as "official"?)