8 Chapter 006: It's this evildoer again

Fred Foster, still in shock, picked himself up, noticing numerous scrapes on his body. He was about to curse when he saw the car suddenly swing back.

Chloe Stephens turned and started walking towards the car.

Bulletproof glass, the car's function had been enhanced with some special propulsion.

The car's hood was bashed yet it could still drive.

The people around were frightened and scattered.

Xavier saw the idiotic woman not avoiding but instead walking towards the newly restarted car. He cursed and then ran himself.

"Shoosh!"

The car spun out.

Chloe recognized the driver, who had a distinct aura about him.

As expected, an ancient martial artist.

Chloe closed her eyes, feeling the moment the car sped towards her.

"Fred Foster, isn't that your cousin?"

"Quickly pull her back."

"Huh, she wants to die, why should I save her?" Fred coldly retorted.

Mason Sullivan looked at Oliver Gordon. They were about to go to the hospital when they witnessed this shocking scene.

"Fred Foster, Chloe just saved you."

"Even if she hadn't, I wouldn't have been hit. It's her fault for meddling, she even caused me to get hurt." Fred glared at Mason. "Mason, if you want to play the hero, then go."

Oliver threw his backpack to Mason and sprinted out.

"Hey, Oliver Gordon, what are you doing!"

Oliver jumped over the roadside railing, sprinting towards Chloe.

*

"Bang!"

On the other side.

A black Audi sped over and catapulted the car that was about to hit Chloe.

The gathering force was absorbed when the Audi side-swiped the car, suddenly landing in front of her, bringing about a chill wind.

The passenger in the back seat saw stars after the impact.

The man gripping the steering wheel had a slender, pitch-black gaze, and his thin lips held a lit cigarette.

He gave Chloe a side-eye, his handsome eyebrows furrowed.

The low magnetic voice came over, "Got a death wish?"

It's this evildoer again.

Chloe merely wanted to see whether she could smash this car and concurrently test this ancient martial artist.

"Little miss, are you crazy, you should dodge away from the car."

Ethan Coates, sitting in the backseat, poked his head out, sizing her up.

Len Hawthorne took his cigarette, flicking some ashes, "Scared stiff? Can you still walk?"

Chloe didn't answer, just quietly watching him.

After a while, Len suddenly asked, "Got a mobile phone?"

Ethan blinked, then started chuckling, "Young Master Hawthorne, your pickup strategies aren't great."

"No."

Chloe simply replied.

Len retrieved a mobile phone from his pocket. He extended his slender hand and easily placed it in Chloe's school uniform pocket.

"Use this for now."

"I don't need..."

Chloe extended her hand to retrieve it.

"If you don't want it, just throw it away," Len glanced at her frail figure, "Don't do anything foolish next time."

With that, he drove the car towards that man.

In no time, several uniformed men who rushed out had gotten the scene under control, quickly taking away the ancient martial artist.

*

As Oliver Gordon returned halfway through his charge, he grabbed the backpack from Mason Sullivan's hand and walked straight towards the hospital.

Mason Sullivan followed behind, "Just now, you were rushing out to save Chloe Stephens, right? Weren't you the one who disliked her? You even rejected her confession last time."

"Different matters. She was in danger at the time. I would have rushed out regardless of who it was."

"You keep pretending," Mason Sullivan snickered, "Chloe Stephens is as pretty as the campus belle! Who were those people just now, they're so badass!"

If the area hadn't been controlled by the nearby security, they might have watched the excitement for a while longer.

Oliver Gordon shrugged, "I don't know."

Thinking back to the scene just now, Oliver Gordon frowned.

*

Foster Family.

Xavier Foster started complaining as soon as he entered the door.

"Granny, look, Chloe has gone crazy again and pushed me into this condition. She is absolutely neurotic," Xavier Foster pulled up his sleeves and pants leg, showing Old Madam all the abrasions.

Upon seeing her grandson injured like this, Old Madam immediately grabbed a stick that was standing beside her and tried to hit Chloe Stephens with it.

Chloe Stephens raised her hand and directly slashed at the wooden stick swung by Old Madam.

"Chloe!"

Yvette Foster had turned pale with shock.

"Pop!"

Before everyone could react, Chloe Stephens snapped the small wooden stick into two with a slash of her hand.

Everyone was stunned.

Fred Foster's forehead vein was bulging, he slapped the table angrily, "What are you doing, Chloe! If Chloe made a mistake, just scold her, you don't have to lift your hand. And you, Xavier, did Chloe seriously push you and hurt you? Or did you misbehave at school and get into a fight with someone?"

"Why are you shouting at Xavier, it's her who hurt our precious grandson! Could Xavier lie to us? Chloe is mentally impaired, and she hurt someone, but we're not supposed to say anything?" Old Madam immediately shielded Xavier Foster, her gaze towards Chloe Stephens was one of indescribable disgust.

Red-eyed, Yvette Foster ran forward to lift Chloe Stephens's sleeve, on Chloe's clean white hand was a long bruise. The stick was broken, and the pain must be intense, "Chloe, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Chloe Stephens cast her cold indifferent gaze onto Xavier Foster, "You really should have been hit into pieces."

Xavier Foster's mind went blank for a moment. Thinking of that scene, his body shivered violently and was immediately filled with a sense of shame, "You call that saving me? It's practically attempted murder."

"For you, no such methods are necessary," Chloe Stephens looked at him indifferently, then went upstairs.

"Xavier, what was Chloe talking about when she said 'hit into pieces', what actually happened?" Yvonne Sullivan came to her senses, and hastily grasped her son's hand, examining it over and over again.

Fred Foster's eldest son, Wilbert Foster, frowned at his son's words, "Xavier, what actually happened?"

Xavier Foster exaggeratedly narrated the incident that had occurred on his way home.

Upon hearing this, Fred Foster became even more furious, and raised his hand to slap Xavier Foster. Old Madam was so startled that she quickly protected him.

"Chloe saved you, and yet you repay kindness with ingratitude, you're just like…" Fred Foster stopped before he spat out the word 'beast', looking at Old Madam, "Look at what you've turned him into, who knows what other things he'll do in the future, it will be your fault."

"Dad," Although Wilbert Foster disagreed with his son tattling, the fact that his son was injured remained, "Xavier is hurt, let's take him to the hospital first."

"Right, we should get to the hospital for a thorough check-up," said Old Madam, who quickly went into the house to get money.

Hans Foster and first-grade student Linda Foster of the second branch returned home to see everyone rush out in a hurry. When they asked what happened, they found out that Chloe had caused trouble again.

Fred Foster had two sons and a daughter. His eldest son, Wilbert Foster, and his wife, Yvonne Sullivan, worked in the county town. The eldest son had a boy and a girl, his daughter, Linda Foster, just started university this year and was not at home. Xavier Foster and Chloe Stephens were in the same grade.

The second son also had a boy and a girl. Hans Foster was in grade 8, and Linda Foster was in sixth grade.

Out of all his grandchildren, Xavier Foster was the most troublesome, always targeting Chloe Stephens. Perhaps because they were in the same grade, his hostility towards her was deeper than the others.

*

Yvette Foster knocked on the door and entered the room, "Chloe, are you hurt? Can you tell mom about what happened on the road?"

Yvette Foster spoke very carefully, worried about touching Chloe Stephens's sensitive spots.

She walked over, gently coaxing, "Chloe, as long as you tell mom, mom will call dad and he will take us to the amusement park again, okay?"

Chloe Stephens spoke indifferently: "I'm fine. It's just a little kid, I don't care."

Yvette Foster stared blankly at Chloe Stephens, suddenly covering her mouth, tears swirling in her eyes.

Yvette Foster felt that Chloe Stephens's mental state was getting worse.

Chloe Stephens raised her eyebrows, not understanding why Yvette Foster was reacting this way. She had already said that she was fine, so why the tears?