Chapter 836
Chloe Collins accepted the braised pork trotters but did not leave.
The man looked at her and pointed at the doorway. After speaking a few words to his parents on the phone, he hung up.
He turned and started walking towards the stairs.
Chloe reflexively caught his sleeve.
Her fingers lightly twisted the thin fabric, feeling the heat beneath it.
The man looked back at her in silence.
She hesitated for a bit, then signed: Can I borrow your phone?
The man replied indifferently: "Newcors are not permitted to use any tool to contact the outside world."
That was the rule.
Chloe was aware of this, which was why she was apprehensive.
She loosened her grip and let her hand fall slowly, then turned to leave.
Suddenly, she heard a mild click. When she looked back, she saw him place the phone on the table.
"Done within five minutes."
He dropped that detached remark and then walked away.
Surprise flashed across Chloe’s dazed eyes. She stared at the man’s retreating form for a while before picking up the phone quickly to send her mum a ssage.
[Mum, I’m currently training at the Southeast Branch of the Dark Alliance, they can’t find here, I’m safe, and I plan to study here for a while before leaving. You don’t have to worry about . I borrowed this phone to send you this ssage, you don’t have to reply. Please don’t miss .]
She rembered her mom’s number very clearly. After typing out the ssage, she imdiately sent it.
She then deleted the trace of the ssage and left the phone on the table.
After waiting for a while, despite five minutes having passed, Bennett White did not erge.
Chloe faintly heard running water. However, as her hearing wasn’t as good as before, she wasn’t sure if he was taking a shower.
She waited a few more minutes before leaving with the braised pork trotters as he still didn’t appear.
Behind her, the phone screen on the table continually displayed two words: Thank you.
Back at Desolate Valley, Madam gleefully took the braised pork trotters to reheat, tearing off the packaging.
Glancing at Chloe, she montarily curled her lip in disdain, then patted the table beside her, saying, "Sit down, don’t drool standing there, it’ll all get into my stove!"
Chloe didn’t plan on being polite with her. Since she hadn’t eaten dinner, she sat down.
But before she did, she specifically checked to see if the chair had been tampered with.
Madam was observant and let out a snicker.
Looking at the steaming hotpot, Chloe added so beef into the side with chili oil.
Suddenly, soone grabbed her chopsticks.
"Hey, you can’t eat from this side, only this side." She pointed to the white soup side, which was barely touched, and with visible distaste said, "I don’t want to eat your saliva."
Chloe slipped her chopsticks, and within a few moves had prepared the beef perfectly for herself.
Madam let out a dissatisfied grunt, but did not respond.
A variety show was ending its comrcial break, capturing her attention.
It was then that Chloe realized Madam had been watching a live television broadcast, not an online stream.
Moreover, it was Country H’s.
Every ti the cara focused on a handso young man, Madam revealed a very kindly smile, nothing of her usual arrogance and nastiness.
Just like a genuinely kind granny.
Chloe couldn’t help but take another look at that handso young man.
He was one of the fixed hosts for this variety show, not particularly prominent, and occasionally interrupted.
His na was Damien Hart.
Chloe watched while continuing to prepare her food.
Madam was engrossed in the show, forgetting to eat her al, completely oblivious to Chloe’s actions. Her lips stayed upturned, as if Damien Hart were her dream lover.
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