His Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 784: He is My Father

Chapter 784

Tristan Collins felt a headache coming on as he witnessed the scene.

Especially when he saw Chloe’s boots facing him, as if she were stepping on his face!

Even worse, Chloe’s foot was slightly shaking, showing a little bit of arrogance.

Thinking about what he wanted to say, Tristan controlled his emotions and asked, "What’s going on between you and Milton White?"

Chloe: "Are you investigating ?"

"I don’t need to investigate you, there are plenty of eyes outside watching you two." Tristan furrowed his brow.

"Who I make friends with is none of your business!"

"Friends?" Tristan scoffed, "Is there such a thing as pure friendship between a man and a woman? You can’t fool ."

Chloe sneered, "You’re right. For soone like you, there’s no such thing as pure friendship since you would devour any opposite sex that cos your way."

"You!"

Tristan’s anger caused his neck to thicken.

After calming his mind by repeating "stay calm" ten tis, he managed to speak, "I know about Milton White. He’s a loyal man, capable, of good character, and the only son of his father. He’s undoubtedly the next head of the White family. I approve of you marrying him."

"If you like him so much, why don’t you marry him? I won’t compete with you." A nonchalant female voice replied.

Thinking of the photo with the umbrella, Tristan snorted and said, "Stop being stubborn with . You’ve been leading on Alexander Foster by not getting together with him, isn’t it because you’re unclear about Milton White? Fine, since you can’t decide, I’ll choose for you."

Chloe pulled in her legs, stood up gracefully, and looked at him, "You’re choosing for or for yourself? You know you’ve angered the Fosters, so you want to get close to the Whites. In addition, marrying into the Whites with Milton White as the chosen head provides many benefits to you, Tristan Collins, isn’t that what it’s about?"

She smiled.

The smile made Tristan feel humiliated, as if he’d been stripped naked.

Chloe let out a very shallow sigh and said, "As soone so old, you can’t even act?"

With that, she turned around and walked away.

"You, stop!"

"Tell , what exactly are your thoughts on Milton White?"

Tristan hated talking to her, because it always ended like this – arguing, and nothing more.

He went straight to the point and asked what he really wanted to know.

After all, if he approached the Whites to discuss the marriage, it would an making enemies with the Fosters.

But if it was Chloe’s will, then no one could say anything.

Chloe didn’t want to respond at first, but worried that he would stir up trouble behind her back, she said, "He’s my father."

With a click, she opened the door and left.

Tristan took a gulp of water to suppress his anger.

Father? Father?

Wasn’t she indirectly cursing him to drop dead?

Tessa Collins, who was hiding in the next room, ca out.

"Brother Tristan."

Tristan took a deep breath and said, "You see? None of our conversations satisfy . If I talk to her a few more tis, it’ll shorten my lifespan!"

Tessa sat down. "Who makes her so capable? As a master of calligraphy and a perfu creator, she can make her own money and has a strong position. Of course, she looks down on you, her father. The most important thing is you sent her to live on the mountain for so many years. If she didn’t act like this, I’d be surprised."

Tristan snorted, not saying anything.

Tessa ate sunflower seeds and continued, "Back to the main topic, I heard everything just now. She didn’t admit her relationship with Milton White, which ans she’s still leaning towards Alexander Foster."