His Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 1020: A Surprise for You, Senior1

Chapter 1020

Chloe Collins retrieved her phone and turned it on.

She received nurous ssages congratulating her.

Only Heijii’s ssage seed out of place: Boss, this morning, Reginald Taylor stuffed a few people into our team and relocated several of our mbers.

[They are burning bridges.]

[Chloe: No need to rush, let’s wait patiently.]

A call ca in, and she slid to answer.

"Guess where I am?" ca the familiar warm voice of the dical staff, sounding like a boy-next-door.

Chloe Collins heard the airport announcent from the other end of the call.

"You’re coming here?"

"No, I’m sorry, Eleven, sothing ca up and I need to leave for a few days, I’ll tell you when I return. I didn’t want you to wait, that’s why I called. Anyway, your College Entrance Exams are over, go have fun with your friends tonight, put the expenses on my tab."

Chloe Collins chuckled softly, "Sure, I’ll put it on your tab."

"Alright, I’m about to board the plane, send a picture of wherever you’re partying tonight, so I can feel included."

"Safe journey."

The call ended.

At the sa ti, at Orlando Airport, Milton White smiled looking at his phone, his boarding ticket in hand, heading for the Capitol.

"Little Eleven, your senior has a surprise for you."

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Just as Chloe Collins hung up the phone, Layla Lowell "flew" over and hugged her, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Ah, it’s finally over!"

"Let’s go karaoke tonight, sing and drink, how about it?" Her eyes shimred with light, her body radiating jubilation.

Chloe Collins put her phone back in her pocket and said, "I might have sothing later, let’s go now."

"Sure, it’s about ti anyway. I’ll make a reservation now."

"No need for that."

Layla Lowell hooked her arm around Chloe Collins’s shoulder and laughed, "Are you gonna book the whole place again?"

"I don’t like sharing with others."

"True, it’s not very clean, quite ssy. But, only those with money can do as they please."

The sound of their conversation echoed in the distance.

The entire campus was filled with the cheering sounds of students.

The sky was vibrantly colored, as if a fairy had accidentally spilled a pot of colored ink, casting a golden hue over everything.

Both of them were holding a cup of milk tea as they leisurely walked towards the school gate.

Layla Lowell glanced at her phone and said, "Wanda Wesley said she’s busy and will co later. Robert Foster said he’s also busy. What a coincidence they both have sothing on?"

Recalling Robert Foster’s words from yesterday morning, Chloe Collins knew the answer.

"Mmm, Chlo-Chlo, looks like soone’s coming over, seems like they’re headed for you."

A middle-aged man in a suit was walking toward them, his gaze fixed on Chloe Collins.

She recognized him, the Taylor’s driver, who had driven her ho before and whom she had gotten to spill the beans about the feud between her mother and the Taylors.

"Miss Collins, Madam sent to pick you up and bring you ho. She has prepared a banquet to celebrate the end of your exams."

"Tell her not to bother, I’m not coming back."

"Miss Collins, Miss Collins." The man approached, "She said that if you do not co back with , she will fire . I have a family to support, could you please help ?"

A faint coldness appeared in Chloe Collins’ eyes, "Oh, I see. Well, tell her if you get fired, you can co work for , I’ll pay double your salary, off you go."

The driver stood still for a mont, as if his brain had been knocked out by the sudden joy.

Layla Lowell laughed, turning to Chloe Collins and said, "Having money really makes things easier."

They hadn’t taken more than a few steps when they saw another person——the Collinses’ driver.