His Wife Calls The S Chapter 31: Red Rope Bracelet

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: Red Rope Bracelet

Chapter 31: Red Rope Bracelet

The next day, at school.

Chloe Collins sat at her desk, weaving a bracelet with red thread. The bracelet was adorned with tiny pearls wrapped like pollen, making it look very pretty.

In contrast to her quietness, everyone else was discussing the sa thing - Layla Lowell had skipped class again.

The cause was a piece of news about her father being cuckolded.

That morning, an authoritative newspaper had published an article reporting that the forr chairman of the Lowell Group, Luke Lowell, had unknowingly raised soone else’s daughter for over a decade before his death. During this period, his wife Charlotte Floyd was still in contact with her lover. The newspaper published a chat record, revealing that Luna Lowell, the eldest daughter of the Lowell family, was not Luke Lowell’s biological child.

What caused the most controversy was the fact that after Luke Lowell’s death, he left all his inheritance to his wife and elder daughter, not leaving a single di for his younger daughter.

Upon the news release, Layla Lowell imdiately beca an object of sympathy for everyone.

The Literary Committee mber in front of her turned around to speak to her: "Chloe, have you seen the news? Layla Lowell is so pitiful."

"Not interested." Chloe Collins didn’t even raise her eyelids, picking up a small bead and threading it through the rope.

The Literary Committee mber squinted and said, "With my ten years of experience reading novels, there must be a conspiracy in this. First of all, Layla Lowell is from her father’s previous marriage, and she has a very toxic stepmother. The stepmother doesn’t love her and doesn’t want her to share the old man’s property. So, she poisons Layla Lowell’s father before swallowing all the inheritance! Don’t you think?"

Chloe Collins remained calm and didn’t respond.

The Literary Committee mber pouted, then suddenly stared at her hands and couldn’t help but sniff, "It slls so good... really good, is there perfu in this? Are you making this for your boyfriend?"

Without waiting for Chloe Collins to speak, she touched the red rope and said: "The texture of this rope is really special, it feels so comfortable, not like anything I’ve used before. Where did you buy it? Wow, this scent is really comfortable, do you have more? Give

so, I’ll pay you."

Chloe Collins glanced past her, saying, "The teacher is here."

The Literary Committee mber imdiately wiped the smile off her face and sat down with a serious face.

This lesson was a math class.

The mathematics teacher’s surna was Grant and his given na was Keith. In other respects, he was as stern as his na suggested.

At this ti, two class officers were handing out howork from the last ti, and it was quiet around.

"Chloe Collins, stand up." Keith Grant held the ruler against the podium, a domineering pose.

Chloe Collins stood up without much expression on her face.

"Tell , why have you not turned in your howork for two consecutive tis?"

"Enough, you don’t have to say anything. I gave you plenty of ti to write, and I won’t accept any reason for not writing this ti.

This kind of behavior is a typical example of individualism, ununity, and unamicability. I’ve already talked to your horoom teacher. In order for you to deeply reflect on yourself, for the next week, attend the key class during your math lessons and take the opportunity to see that there are people who are more outstanding and work much harder than you!"

"Wow-" Once Keith Grant finished speaking, everyone else cast envious glances at Chloe Collins.

Chloe Collins’s face showed a hint of annoyance, "Thank you, teacher, but I am naturally a useless person, and you don’t need to worry about ."

Keith Grant was quite angry: "This is not a negotiation with you, but informing you. Alright, sit down."

For the rest of the class, Chloe Collins beca the focus of the teacher’s attention. Any slight daydreaming action would be t with a loud scolding.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and there was a touch of frustration in her eyes.

Being a student was indeed quite annoying.