Chapter 1073
Charles Carrington’s smile faded, "Alright, I’ll stop joking."
He recalled, "A friend of Chloe Collins, in the sa class. I don’t know anything more. What are you trying to do?"
"Nevermind, I’ll figure it out."
Charles Carrington nodded, bypassed the question, paused for a while, then said, "Actually, Chloe Collins has many issues."
"She’s cunning and deceptive, loves to eat and her strategies are relentless. Being with her is tiring. Consider finding soone else to fancy."
Milton White’s eyes were gloomy, "If you want to die, keep talking."
Charles Carrington was fed up, "Do you both have to be so clingy? You’ve been fighting for ten years but now fancy the sa woman? What the hell is going on?"
"You should know why I am here. Chloe Collins already has her answer. Be a man and let it go."
Milton White was annoyed, "When have you beco so talkative?"
"If you don’t want to nag, just behave. In the end, you’re the one who will suffer."
Charles Carrington’s leg was uncomfortable in the car. He wanted to get out and said, "Think about it, I am leaving first."
As the car door closed, the car returned to its quiet state.
Milton White seed a little uneasy, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes closed, his head leaning back.
After a long while, he opened his eyes, his fingertips were burning hot.
Looking down, the cigarette had burned down to his skin.
He threw it out the window. Shortly after, the car wheel ran over it, and the tiny spark disappeared under the wheel.
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Chloe Collins didn’t co down until after eleven o’clock, her nose was a bit chilly from the wind.
Alexander Foster told her to take a hot shower as soon as possible. She agreed but instead ran to her room to hide the statue in a black suitcase and then sprinted to the living room next door.
The Fosters’ house was quiet again, only the servants were still cleaning up.
Wanda Wesley was waiting for her in the living room. She handed her phone to her.
She took it and saw that the dical staff had called her three tis and sent two ssages.
One of the ssages was withdrawn, and the other was a simple birthday blessing.
She called him back.
He answered imdiately.
"Senior?"
"Oh, so you rembered now?"
She touched her nose and laughed, "My phone wasn’t with just now. Where are you?"
"In the sky."
After a pause, he beca serious, "I’ll give you the gift tomorrow. I’m staying here tonight, you should rest early. This year’s gift is special, look forward to it."
"I’ll see you tomorrow then."
"Eleven."
"What?"
"Happy Birthday."
"Thank you, Senior."
He chuckled, sounding a bit sleepy, "I’m tired of hearing ’Senior.’"
"Huh?"
"Nothing, hang up."
After ending the call, Chloe Collins stared at the phone for a while before turning around to walk back the way she ca.
Returning to her room, she couldn’t help but take out the statue from the suitcase again. She placed it under the light, positioned it well, found a good angle, and then took out her cara. Standing, laying, squatting, she took dozens of photos in different poses.
Tracing her finger over the "Starry Cloth", she hadn’t even noticed that along her journey, she had carried so many different identities, so many different nas.
After putting down the cara, she played with Milk Candy for a while. She put it in front of her and teased, "What do you think, what should I get him for his birthday to match this gift?"
Milk Candy: "ow~"
Its paw stood straight up, resting on her forehead.
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(Milk Candy: ow ow ow~ Can you guess what I’m saying? Please give monthly tickets, miss~)
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