His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 403: I’ll Cripple Him

Chapter 403: Chapter 403: I’ll Cripple Him

Chapter 403

She was too lazy to explain and looked at Alexander Foster, saying, "You understand what I mean, don’t you?"

Alexander Foster suddenly smiled, his eyes brimming with pride and arrogance, and couldn’t help but ruffle her hair: "How are you so smart, huh?"

Chloe Collins was taken aback by his action, then stiffly shifted her gaze away: "It’s natural."

Alexander Foster laughed again, then leaned down and whispered in her ear: "How could I forget? You were a fierce woman who could take on ten opponents back then."

Hearing this long-forgotten nickname, Chloe Collins’ face flushed red.

The nickname was not given by him, but by her senior and junior disciples on the mountain.

The reason was that she had once won a match taking on ten opponents and emerged victorious.

However, she had never mentioned this in front of him, so the only possibility was that the Master told him about it.

She hadn’t forgotten that last time they went up the mountain, the two of them had talked about her for a long time.

"Why don’t you get a check-up at the hospital?" he asked softly.

Chloe Collins didn’t respond, but grabbed his hand, swiftly flipped it over, and loosened her grip at the most critical moment.

"If I had used my full strength, your hand would be crippled by now," she said with a faint smile, her eyes carefree and unrestrained.

Without saying more, this move already proved her strength.

Alexander Foster felt slightly relieved.

"Aren’t you two tired of standing? Sit down," Charles Carrington said.

Chloe Collins immediately released Alexander Foster’s hand and looked at Layla Lowell’s legs.

The soles of her feet were wrapped in bandages, becoming two circles fatter.

She sighed, "Your body is really a disaster magnet."

She’d just been discharged from the hospital not long ago and ended up back here again.

Layla Lowell didn’t mind, "It’s just a minor injury, no big deal."

"By the way, will Jason Chen be in trouble for his leg injury...?"

"I crippled his leg," Chloe Collins said casually.

Alexander Foster thought of the surveillance footage. It didn’t show that Chloe was responsible, as the curtain had blocked the most critical part.

As long as she didn’t admit it, Jason Chen’s injury would be considered self-inflicted.

Not many people would believe that such a "fragile" young girl could incapacitate a rough man.

Layla Lowell was surprised, "Really?"

Charles Carrington swallowed hard, equally astonished.

He knew that she was a fierce and sharp racer, but never expected her to have such skills.

Chloe Collins glanced at Layla’s feet again, "You’ll need a wheelchair tomorrow when we go to court."

Layla Lowell pursed her lips, "It’s fine, I won’t die anyway."

Charles Carrington heard this and couldn’t help but laugh, "This kid is quite amusing."

Layla Lowell shot him a glare, "I’m already eighteen."

"You’re still a kid," Charles Carrington said with an amused smile.

Layla Lowell pouted slightly, not liking the nickname.

It made her seem immature.

Frowning as if she had thought of something, she looked up, "Robert Foster, why are you here?"

How did he find out about this at night, not during the day?

Charles Carrington looked uneasy.

"I saw the surveillance footage and noticed something was wrong, so I came."

Layla Lowell didn’t mind, "Oh, I see. It’s getting late, you guys should go back and rest."

Chloe Collins sat beside her and looked at Alexander Foster, "You should go."

"No." Charles Carrington was the first to object.

Alexander Foster stared at Chloe Collins, "You want to stay here?"

"Yes, she needs care."

"Charlotte Floyd might become desperate, like a cornered dog, so it’s not safe for you two girls to stay here. Before things are settled, I suggest you go live somewhere else," he said, looking at Layla Lowell.

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