His Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 794: Change D to B

Chapter 794

She felt an indescribable taste in her heart, not feeling well, as the image of Chloe Collins holding Alexander Foster’s hand, confidently saying "I taught him" flashed through her mind.

Could such a proud man accept others’ discipline?

When they were trapped in the Gobi Desert, she saw him as almost omnipotent, and a thought crept into her mind that she wanted him to listen to her.

But she had never put it into practice and didn’t think it was possible.

Thinking of all this, the uncomfortable feeling in her heart suddenly intensified.

Simon Griffin didn’t notice her absentminded state, and continued: "The Dark Alliance, this place, both righteous and evil, to be honest, I have studied it. People who enter it are basically like robots, emotionless, only knowing how to do missions and earn money."

"But there are exceptions. There’s a legend that a man once left the Dark Alliance at its peak, and the organization’s higher-ups tried everything to keep him, even fighting fiercely to retain him..."

"Professor." Sherry Sullivan interrupted him with a smile. "Lunch has started, why don’t you go eat first? There are still many things to do in the afternoon."

Simon turned his head to look at the ti, thinking it was still early: "There’s no rush, let’s go at twelve."

Sherry had no choice but to sit down and talk with him about the Dark Alliance.

As the head of the Detective Agency, her understanding of the organization was no less than Simon’s.

She even had mbers under her who had co from the Dark Alliance.

But she wasn’t particularly interested in it.

Just that this ti the investigation had turned up leads related to the Dark Alliance, so even if she wasn’t interested, she had to study it.

She didn’t want to lose face in front of the polite people.

After talking for more than an hour, Simon finally got hungry and suggested going to eat.

Sherry looked at the papers and asked, "What about these papers...?"

"Let’s correct them when we co back, no rush."

"You didn’t look?" Sherry’s eyes sparkled slightly.

Simon put his phone in his pocket and stood up. "I didn’t have ti. Let’s go eat."

Sherry smiled. "You go first, I need to go to the restroom."

Simon nodded. "When we eat later, let’s continue discussing how to investigate."

Although he was a teacher, his dream was to beco a police officer, so he had always been interested in detectives.

Sherry casually agreed and followed him out.

As soon as he walked away and didn’t look back, she turned back.

She went to Simon’s desk, picked up the two papers and the answer keys, and compared them for a while.

The more she looked, the more complex her expression beca.

The accuracy rate was close to 100%.

Just deducting eight points, the two of them would have no chance to ask for leave.

She sat in the chair, struggling for a long ti in her heart.

She sighed with closed eyes at tis, and looked at the ceiling with open eyes at others.

She always considered herself honest and aboveboard, not doing sneaky things.

But as she thought this, the image of Chloe Collins holding Alexander Foster’s hand invaded her mind.

Crack!

The last struggling string in her mind broke.

She picked up the pen, added a horizontal line to several "D" options in the middle, changing them to "B" options.

Just ten minutes before class in the afternoon, Chloe Collins’ dormitory door was knocked on.

It was Mr. Rocker.

"Chloe Collins, Wanda Wesley, you two get ready and go to class with everyone later."

Chloe Collins was reading when she heard this, so she went to open the door.

"Mr. Rocker, what do you an by what you just said?"

Wanda Wesley jumped off the bed. "Did we fail the exam?"

Mr. Rocker sighed.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit. One of you got a 90, the other an 88."

Chloe Collins: "Can we see the test paper?"

"What, do you doubt the result?" Mr. Rocker looked surprised.