His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 497: Watching... Robert Foster

Chapter 497: Chapter 497: Watching... Robert Foster

Chapter 497

Robert Foster waved his hand and showed a polite smile, "It’s fine."

The girl’s emotions rose, and she couldn’t stop herself. She walked over, pounding on Robert’s chest, "Your family swallowed our family’s money! You evil capitalists!"

Robert was baffled by the beating, his mouth awkwardly unable to utter a word.

Suddenly, someone came over.

"Excuse me."

As soon as the cold voice was heard, the person wedged herself right between Robert and the girl, immediately bumping the girl to the ground.

With a thud, the girl fell heavily.

Wanda Wesley turned her head, looked at the fallen girl emotionlessly, and said indifferently, "Sorry."

After saying that, she walked straight away without looking back.

The girl felt extremely wronged and turned to cry in her best friend’s arms.

Layla Lowell was suspicious, "There weren’t many people in line behind us. Why did Wanda go through the middle?"

Chloe Collins looked at Wanda’s retreating figure, her lips curling slightly as she said mysteriously, "The inebriate isn’t really interested in the wine."

Layla Lowell: "Huh? What do you mean?"

Chloe Collins glanced at Robert Foster, her eyes meaningful.

Robert silently endured the resentful gazes from those who had lost money, feeling as if a prickle was stuck in his throat, making him uneasy.

Fortunately, the girl from just now didn’t cause much trouble and had already left.

The three ordered their meals and sat down by the window.

Robert explained, "You guys don’t know what they were talking about, right? Let me give you a brief explanation..."

"No need to explain, we know." Layla Lowell interrupted.

She smiled, "Besides, we even took part."

Robert was astonished, "You guys participated? How much did you buy?"

"How much did you buy?" Layla returned the question.

Robert proudly said, "I used all my allowance for that month to bet on my brother winning, three thousand bucks!"

"Now, it’s grown to this much!" He made a gesture and was elated.

Layla Lowell lowered her head and chuckled, "You aren’t great, though. You’re his brother, yet you didn’t even support him as much as I did."

"How much did you buy?"

"A hundred thousand."

"A... hundred thousand? Your..." Robert stuttered, "Your allowance is really generous!"

Layla Lowell glanced at Chloe Collins and said, "You should ask Chloe how much she bought."

Robert looked at Chloe, "You also supported my brother? How much? Um... five thousand?"

Chloe Collins shook her head.

"Could it be eight thousand?" Robert looked as if his entire worldview was being questioned.

Chloe Collins shook her head again.

Robert swallowed, "It can’t be ten thousand, right?"

"Multiply it by ten thousand." Chloe said.

Robert: "!!!"

"One... hundred million?"

Chloe took a bite of her meatball and nodded, "Delicious."

Robert remained petrified.

All he could think about was: a hundred million.

His ears echoed: How is she so rich?

All he saw before him were dollar signs.

Layla Lowell laughed at him and then said to Chloe, "I heard that there was someone else this time, apart from you, who also gambled a lot—fifty million at a go, and it was also for Alexander Foster to win."

"Who?"

Layla Lowell thought for a moment, "Don’t know the name, but I heard they were also a high school student, and from our school too. At first, I thought they were talking about you, but then knowing the amount, I knew it wasn’t you. She’s the one who’s earned the most, besides you."

Upon hearing this, Chloe subconsciously glanced at the corner not far away.

Wanda Wesley sat alone in that corner without anyone sharing her table.

Coincidentally, she was also looking in this direction.

However, she wasn’t looking at Chloe Collins, but... Robert Foster.