Chapter 1518
Before Chloe Collins could speak up, a sudden sound of a car stopping nearby drew everyone’s attention. The man getting out of the car was none other than Tristan Collins, the sa "father" Hans White had ntioned monts ago.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
He was wearing an eye-catching deep blue suit, which seed quite out of character compared to his usual austere impression.
"What’s going on, Brother White?" he asked coolly.
Hans White humphed, "You raised a daughter, you should take care of her. You may not be her biological father, but she has called you Dad for several years. So, handle it!"
Looking at Chloe Collins, Tristan Collins appeared indifferent.
He said to Hans White, "I have sothing to discuss with you, Brother. Let’s go inside to talk."
Hans White sneered, "Is it too hard for you? Or, have you no longer recognized this daughter?"
He deliberately said this with his eyes flicking towards Chloe Collins.
Tristan Collins remained silent, before saying, "This is a family matter."
"Family matter? Your daughter has guts to accuse of mistreating my own son. I would like to know what she bases this on? Tristan, with a word of my mouth, I could make the Collinses crumble."
This domineering montum seed to squash Tristan Collins.
However, he said, "If the Collinses fall, it would not benefit the Whites. Personal matters are separate from business. Cooperation is how we maintain a lasting relationship."
The slow cadence of his voice, coupled with his authoritative gaze, was enough to seize the montum back in an instant.
Hans White was relentless, "Make her apologize to ."
Tristan Collins looked towards Chloe Collins.
She slightly tilted her head, looking at him with seemingly more defiance and arrogance than him, "I would only apologize to the dead."
This statent was a deliberate provocation to Hans White.
She had no intention of giving him face.
And now, Hans White was even more furious.
The atmosphere went tense for a second, before Tristan Collins said, "The situation over there has changed, let’s go inside and talk."
"About what?" said Chloe Collins nonchalantly.
Tristan Collins seed reluctant but said reluctantly, "It has nothing to do with you, you should go back."
"What are you conspiring? Who was the one who sent out the assassins to kill ?" She gave a small smile, which was more horrifying than laughing.
A smile hid her knife.
Tristan Collins’ face changed, "Assassination?"
Hans White jeered, "No proof, no evidence."
"Two years ago, the ones who attacked were ordered by the Alliance. I heard it was suggested by you."
Hans White coldly scoffed, "Who told you that? Alexander Foster, control your wife! She shouldn’t be slandering others here!"
Alexander Foster spoke slowly and gently, "Let her speak, I let her."
"YOU!"
Tristan Collins, recovering, asked, "Soone tried to assassinate you? Did you call the police?"
"Police are useless. So people can defy the law, despise life, and even manipulate their own children." Her gaze was fixed on Hans White.
Hans White did not continue arguing with her, instead he ordered in a stern voice, "Teach this wild young lady a lesson!"
The followers behind briefly glanced at Tristan Collins. After hesitating for only a second, they advanced.
Chloe Collins glanced at Alexander Foster who was about to move, whispering softly, "Let handle this, I am quite angry."
As soon as she spoke, those few people who just approached were blasted a few ters away in the blink of an eye and landed in a tumbling heap!
This scene shocked Tristan Collins and Hans White and the other onlookers.
Tristan Collins suddenly rembered the news of that day when Raine Nolan was fighting with Chloe Collins at the airport. Suddenly, Raine was thrown several ters away, leading to minor fractures and staying at the hospital for several days.
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(No more updates for today, good night.)
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