His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 602: She’s in Trouble

Chapter 602: Chapter 602: She’s in Trouble

Three days later, in the afternoon.

Alexander Foster returned from a business trip, as usual, bearing many gifts.

Evelyn Thompson perused the gifts, stating, "Let’s wait for Chlo-Chlo to come back from her friend’s house before giving these to her."

Alex hesitated for a second, asking, "Has she been going to her friend’s house these past few days?"

"Yes, she started the day she returned from abroad. We have no idea when she’s coming back."

She explained, "These past few days a lot of people have been looking for us. They all want to meet Chlo-Chlo."

Upon saying this, admiration lit up in her eyes, "I never thought that our Chlo-Chlo was the legendary Young Master Miles White. It feels like I am dreaming. Alex, how can such an outstanding girl exist, don’t you think?"

A faint smile creased the corners of Alex’s mouth, he said, "Because she is who she is."

After speaking, he scanned the room with his gaze and asked, "Where is Cain?"

"That young man, holding his final exam report card, forced me to give him permission. He’s already left to record a show with his idol."

"What show?"

"I’m not sure, but it’s with that Shelby Hamilton."

Alex responded, "I will send a few people to protect him."

"Just make sure they do it discreetly, otherwise, he will feel useless," Evelyn Thompson advised.

"Alright."

A layer of faint melancholy was weaved between Evelyn Thompson’s eyebrows, "He hasn’t had an episode in several years. I hope he continues to do well. Every time he travels far from home, my heart races with anxiety."

Alex drooped his gaze, "I will always protect him. Please do not worry."

Evelyn Thompson couldn’t be fully reassured, as a mother, she would never fully stop worrying until her child was back in her sight.

"I’m going to give him a call, you go take a bath and good rest."

"By the way, Tristan Collins has a son. He’s throwing a banquet soon. The invite has already been sent over."

She pointed at the small flower basket on the shoe cabinet.

Alex nodded lightly and walked towards the adjacent room.

After showering, he immediately contacted Albert Green to ask about the progress of the experiment.

He had been keeping in touch with Albert, closely observing the progress of the experiment ever since he got the details from him.

Ten minutes later, Albert sent a message.

[It failed.]

[Chlo-Chlo has been testing the drug these past days. It started off well, then suddenly a situation arose today.]

Alex knit his brows tightly and instantly dialed Albert’s number.

"How is she now?"

"Just stabilized. This time, the rejection response was different from before, presenting strange symptoms."

"I am coming over to see."

Albert pondered for a second and then said, "Come then."

Alex reached the base quickly, almost as if he had rushed over.

Albert had been waiting outside for him and personally guided him in.

No one else was encountered on the way. Albert had kept them away ahead of time.

He understood Alex’s desire to keep Chloe Collins unaware of his involvement, so he had also made efforts to conceal it.

Once they were inside the observation room, Albert brought up a screen.

In the footage, inside a pure and clean cabin room, Chloe Collins was quietly sleeping on the bed, not moving at all.

Alex’s eyes rested upon the bruise on her wrist, his gaze tensing, "What happened to her hand?"

Albert sighed and without saying a word, silently pulled up another video.

"This was captured by the security camera this morning."

In the footage, Chloe Collins who should have been sound asleep, suddenly sat upright. Her body moved without any consciousness, like a puppet. Although her movements were quick and precise, they lacked vitality.

She glanced at the sleeping Layla Lowell next to her. All of a sudden, she reached out to strangle her and lifted her up by her neck with a tremendous force, as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do so!