Chapter 311
"You tell me."
Alexander Foster seemed to have expected her to say that, showing no surprise. His expression was gentle, like a pure listener.
Chloe Collins pondered in her heart for a while about how to phrase her thoughts, and then her pink lips opened lightly, "I need..."
His cell phone suddenly vibrated.
Chloe stopped and let him answer it first.
But he, without even looking at the display, directly declined the call, still looking at her: "Continue."
Looking into his sincere eyes, Chloe, for some reason, could not say the words that were already on her lips—"Can you help me find your aunt's experimental records?"
That sentence was stuck in her throat and could not be forced out.
His gaze gave her a strong premonition that he would agree to any of her requests.
Thinking back, indeed, it was always like this.
He rarely refused her, even when they were not so acquainted back at the temple, he did not hesitate to help.
