His Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 1415: She has some abilities, but they’re all crooke

Chapter 1415

She was terrified, unable to speak further.

Charles Carrington looked at Alexander Foster, "Alex, should we go out and look for her? Does she have any properties here? Could she have gone there?"

"No need, let’s wait a bit longer."

"Huh?"

Alexander Foster looked up, "She will co back."

Charles Carrington nodded, unable to contain his excitent and thrill.

As he was about to question Alexander Foster’s calm, he noticed Foster’s silently clenched fist.

Sweat trickled down his temple.

Then, the sound at the doorway ca without warning, as if sothing had suddenly landed.

They quickly turned to the doorway, their faces lighting up at the sight of the stunning face.

Virginia Stark rushed towards Chloe Collins, "Miss Collins, you’re awake! You finally woke up ..."

She rushed over so anxiously, arms wide open to embrace Chloe Collins.

Chloe Collins’ gaze passed straight through her, and with only a slight movent of a finger, Virginia Stark was moved aside.

She slowly walked forward and finally broke into a smile when the man embraced her.

The two embraced each other tightly, as if they had found precious treasures.

...

Half an hour later.

In the next room, Charles Carrington and the others were still waiting.

The three dared not disturb the intimate monts between Alexander Foster and his wife, so they quietly withdrew to wait in the next room.

Virginia Stark checked the ti again, unable to restrain herself anymore, "Charles, why don’t you go knock on the door?"

Charles Carrington was quite patient. Holding his phone and browsing through the recent photos of his daughter, he calmly said, "If my sister-in-law wants to get scolded, she can go herself. Don’t drag into it."

Christian Carrington said to Virginia Stark, "Alright, Alex has been looking forward to this day for a long ti. Half an hour is hardly enough."

His words had a deeper aning, causing Virginia Stark’s face to turn slightly red.

She said, "The shareholders’ eting is tomorrow. I heard that Clara Carrington has won over quite a few people. Even if Uncle opposes her appointnt as president, it will be futile."

Charles Carrington was unfazed, "Even so, my sister may not want to ddle in this ss. She already has her hands full."

"Oh, Charles, how can you be so unconcerned? This is the company your ancestors left behind!"

"If Clara Carrington, who also carries the Carrington bloodline, can manage the company well, then there’s no problem."

"But..."

Christian Carrington looked slightly unhappy, "Charles, I know you’re generous, but you need to think this through. Clara Carrington is not suited for this position. She’s sowhat capable, but all in the wrong direction. She lacks the real business acun."

Charles Carrington looked up, "Big brother, do you have evidence for your words?"

"Yes," said Virginia Stark, "Just look at her return. If she hadn’t copied Miss Collins’ path to success, our father wouldn’t have accepted back. And since her return, she’s been running around drinking and playing with the shareholders instead of handling the actual work. If she manages the company, the whole group will plunge."

"Oh, Charles, why don’t you take over? With you as the president, it would be entirely justified."

Charles Carrington looked up leisurely, "Is big brother trying to push down a dead-end?"

"I don’t understand, Charles. Everybody covets this position, why don’t you? Give a reason."

Charles Carrington switched his phone’s position and said indifferently, "I’m just not interested, there is no particular reason."

"You’re just talking nonsense. Are you rejecting to take over the company because of that incident?"

Virginia Stark was curious, "What incident, honey?"