At this moment, Chloe Johnson's villa exuded a kind of coldness.
On the floor lay a shattered antique vase.
Alexander gazed at those pieces, his greatest worry being that Chloe, who was barefoot, might step on them and hurt her foot. Ever since she lost her child by accident, she had behaved as if she was unharmed, not even observing the confinement period for a day before starting to plot her revenge against both the Johnson Family and the Garcia sisters.
Although he had already been gingerly adjusting her diet, if she continued this way, he feared she might really fall ill permanently.
"Young Miss, it's all because the subordinates were incompetent," Alexander immediately admitted to his fault.
Looking at Alexander, Chloe couldn't calm her anger down one bit.
"Is the Four-person coalition dead? To be wiped out just like that, allowing Evelyn Garcia to escape—what a bunch of waste!" The pent-up anger in Chloe made her cough violently twice.
