His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 473: I Only Admire Those Who Are Richer Than Me

Chapter 473: Chapter 473: I Only Admire Those Who Are Richer Than Me

Chapter 473

Chloe glanced and saw people in the airport wearing short sleeves and long bohemian skirts, then sent a mocking expression sticker to him.

[Medical staff: Haha, you found out. But I really wanted to go back and celebrate with you, just that something came up suddenly, so I couldn’t.]

[Medical staff: I’m sure you’ll be pleased with this year’s gift, it’ll arrive tomorrow morning.]

Chloe sent back a sticker of a white bunny pulling on its own emotionless face.

[Medical staff: Let’s chat later, I’ve got to get busy for now.]

Chloe exited the chat box.

Next up, Robert Foster.

He also sent her a bunch of photos.

Her desk was "invaded" by apples, and there were apples, chocolates, various little gifts everywhere, and even love letters tucked into the gaps of her books.

[Robert Foster: Your seat was super lively today; it’s a pity you didn’t come to class.]

[Robert Foster: Most of the gifts are from the boys of the Dreamers class. They say that with so many of them, at least one of them should be able to catch your fancy. What do you say? (raises eyebrow and smiles)]

[Chloe: I’m shallow, I only like people richer than me.]

[Robert Foster: (smile) How about my... brother then?]

[Chloe: Repeat what I just said before.]

[Robert Foster: What do you mean? You can’t be richer than my brother, surely?]

Chloe sent the same sticker again—a bunny pulling on its face.

[Robert Foster: It’s good to have dreams, keep it up, maybe it’ll come true one day.]

[Chloe: I’m truly touched.]

[Robert Foster: Do you want me to help you take these home?]

[Chloe: No need.]

Next up, Theodore Collins.

[Theodore: Sis, I got your gift! I’ve got a present for you too!]

[Theodore: Dad got gifts for both of us, will you come pick yours up?]

[Theodore: (picture) I picked out your gift together with Dad.]

Chloe’s face turned solemn.

[Chloe: You can just keep it there.]

[Theodore: Can I come over to your place tonight then?]

[Chloe: Kid, focus on your studies.]

[Theodore: I’ve finished my homework.]

[Chloe: I’m going to a bar, can’t take you with me.]

[Theodore: What kind of bar?]

Chloe randomly picked a photo she had taken at a bar before and sent it to him.

[Theodore: It looks so fun.]

[Chloe: Think about these things when you grow up.]

With that said, she continued dealing with other messages.

After a round, she had cleared all the messages and suddenly noticed that Alexander Foster’s chat box was the only one quiet and empty of messages, making it rather conspicuous.

She exited the messaging app and picked up the cold coffee for a sip.

It made her teeth ache.

Layla Lowell pushed the door open and flopped down on the couch.

"Chlo-Chlo, I’m out of blood."

Chloe threw her coat over Layla, covering her completely.

"Let’s go get you some blood."

Layla pulled the coat back, revealing two eyes. "Get blood?"

A little over ten minutes later.

They walked into a bar with a great atmosphere.

Layla Lowell looked up in surprise. "Isn’t this that bar from last time?"

Chloe nodded, leisurely walking in. "This bar belongs to Charles Carrington. The atmosphere is nice."

Layla Lowell nodded. "Indeed, it’s not messy like other bars, and there’s no smoke or haze. It’s nice. Did you used to come here often?"

Chloe stopped and looked back at her with a smile. "I watched it grow up."

Layla Lowell: "Σ(⊙▽⊙"a"

She caught up to Chloe. "I’m treating tonight! All expenses are on me; you can drink as much as you want."

Chloe: "Alright."

She was just in the mood for a drink as well.

It was exactly six thirty when they arrived, and as it was winter, it was already dark outside.

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