His Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 983: Mysterious Woman1

Chapter 983

Bruce was so furious that he pulled his hair out and his chest was tight. He slamd the table in frustration, "This doesn’t count!"

Well, as soon as he said it, he was greeted with a cascade of laughs.

The host read the rules while struggling not to chuckle, subtly declined his restart request.

Other group mbers also gradually got their scores out, there were joys and sorrows.

The teammates couldn’t believe their eyes seeing Bruce being defeated.

Bruce was the mightiest one in their squad.

But now, soone else advanced and Bruce lost in the first round...

They might be swearing internally.

Indeed, as they got closer, they saw Bruce glaring at the little lady he was fighting with looks that could kill.

At that mont, the small lady slowly stood up, cocked her head slightly, sizing him up, then slowly lifted her hand, pointed at him, and her thumbs-up slowly turned downward!

Her eyes behind the mask slightly curved upwards, bright, and vibrant!

The mont the thumb went down, the crowd behind her let out excited cheers and applause for her.

It was Bruce and his people who disrespected her first, now Hunt had vented their pent-up frustrations for them.

In the second round, Alexander Foster stood up and headed towards the contest area.

And the person who sat down across from him was Wanda Wesley, the current Rank 2.

This round, they beca the new point of attraction.

But there was no suspense, fox won this round.

He even did it faster than Chloe Collins.

Wanda Wesley conceded defeat willingly and respectfully.

An hour later, the first round of competition ended, and the personal score ranking list was released.

Alexander Foster was still the first, but the second was now Hunt.

At the sa ti, the new schedule was also released, with the matches scheduled for the afternoon.

Lunch was arranged within the hotel.

Just as the gas ended, Chloe Collins noticed the long-faced man and his gang following her, claiming to protect her.

Not only them, but there were also other people in the back who joined in, all saying they want to protect her.

She felt quite good about this.

Chloe Collins glanced at the man standing around the corner, who seed to have been waiting for quite a while.

She needed to shake off these people following her.

She thought for a mont, then suddenly asked one of them for the stick he was holding.

She twirled the stick around her hand for a bit before firmly holding it.

She asked in a gentle voice: "Who can snap this into two with bare hands?"

They looked at the stick and giggled, "Quit kidding, Hunt, this stick is solid. It really hurts if you get hit with this. It would take so tools or a heavy slam to break it. You can’t do it barehanded."

"Yeah, yeah, can’t be snapped," other people chid in agreent.

Chloe Collins nodded slightly, then grabbed the stick with both hands and squeezed hard. With a crack, shards of wood chips fell to the floor. The solid stick was broken into two in her hands.

Chloe Collins gave the broken stick back to the astonished man, "Thanks for your kind intentions, but I’ve been training in self-defense since I was young. You all don’t need to worry about . Go have your als."

The mont she turned around, a wave of admiration followed her, admiration clearly visible in n’s and won’s eyes.

"What a wonder woman, she actually broke it? Let give it a try."

"How’d she do that? My girlfriend is as slim as her, and she can’t even open a bottle cap!"

"I’m done, I want to make her my master!"

When Chloe Collins arrived at the corner, she sensed the aroma of flowers.

The next mont, she saw Alexander Foster standing with a bouquet of flowers in his arms, smiling at her warmly.

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(Haha, I did it, I posted one more today than yesterday! Going to keep it up, and maintain this update rate! Good night, everyone.)