Bang bang—
Julian Sia stood outside the door, his slender fingers knocking gently.
Inside the room, Claire Green had just rolled up her shirt when she heard the knock. Her brows playful, she casually let the shirt fall back down, and with a lazy stride, went to open the door.
At the door stood a man in an all-black tailored suit, the collar unbuttoned casually, his long legs frad by the pants, and his usual refined face now complented by a pair of glasses.
Claire Green leaned against the door fra with her hands in her pockets, smirking, "I didn’t expect you had the potential to be a sophisticated rogue."
Julian Sia’s Adam’s apple moved up and down, his low, magnetic laughter particularly sensual at this mont.
The man smiled and teased, "Afraid you’ll get tired of looking at , are you satisfied now?"
"Tsk," Claire Green raised her eyebrows mischievously, "You’re such a temptress."
Understanding her insinuation, Julian Sia chuckled silently.
His hand naturally straightened the hem of her shirt as he pondered who was seducing whom.
Watching the man maintain his composure, Claire Green’s lips curled upwards as she silently watched him.
"Claire, who are you planning to invite for your birthday?"
Julian Sia held her wrist effortlessly and walked into the room, casually inquiring.
Upon hearing this.
Claire Green replied softly, "No one."
Julian Sia paused slightly, lifting his chin, "Are you planning to celebrate alone?"
The man’s deep voice carried a hint of aning.
Claire Green lowered her eyes casually, "Not impossible."
Just as she finished speaking.
A slightly punitive hand pinched her cheek.
"Claire, you really are heartless."
The man’s gaze was gentle, and although his words seed accusatory, coming from him, they carried a different aning.
Watching the girl’s expression, Julian Sia suddenly chuckled softly.
"But I don’t want you to just settle."
The man’s deep eyes were filled with her image, both bold and sincere.
Claire Green’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up and t his gaze for a mont before speaking softly.
"It’s up to you."
Hearing her response, the curve of Julian Sia’s lips deepened, and the warmth in his eyes grew stronger.
...
[Spirit Fox: What on earth, are you having a birthday? Thirty or forty?]
[Nether Lord: Spirit Fox, that’s enough. J is a student, you know that.]
[Spirit Fox: I’m just trying to liven up the atmosphere. J, how old are you turning this ti?]
[J: Coming of age ceremony.]
Seeing those three words, Spirit Fox, sitting in front of the computer, spat out the tea he hadn’t swallowed yet.
Claire Green sat cross-legged with the laptop casually placed on her lap. Seeing Spirit Fox go silent, she raised an eyebrow.
Not very good at handling surprises, huh.
After a while.
Spirit Fox finally ca to his senses, casually wiped with a napkin before throwing it to the ground, and his fingers flew across the keyboard.
[Spirit Fox: Damn, coming of age ceremony? So you’re not even an adult yet?]
[J: Didn’t they tell you?]
They?
Spirit Fox cursed under his breath, "Those bastards, laughing at him again."
Claire Green’s comnt directly exposed several people who had been lurking.
If they didn’t co out to explain, Spirit Fox might go crazy.
[Nether Lord: I reminded you.]
[Bluebird: too, you can’t bla us for not taking it to heart.]
Seeing their responses, Spirit Fox sneered.
[Spirit Fox: Haha.]
Just then.
Drake White, who had just arrived and hadn’t looked at the chat history, sent a ssage.
[Drake White: Coming of age ceremony? Sounds good, I’ll co early.]
Claire Green looked at the ssage on the screen, a smile playing on her lips, and her fingers lazily typed out a ssage.
[J: If you don’t want Julian Sia to drag you back, then don’t co.]
Once that ssage was sent.
The whole M.K chat fell silent, anyone who didn’t know better would think the internet had lagged.
Soon after, Drake White started spamming the chat.
[Drake White: What’s going on, Julian Sia is going too?]
[Drake White: What’s your relationship with him? I don’t rember you having any business dealings.]
[Drake White: No wonder you didn’t take my commission last ti.]
[Drake White: J, co clean, did you marry into the Sia family, or did Julian Sia join our M.K?]
Seeing Drake White’s last ssage, Claire Green’s gaze deepened, and an ambiguous low laugh echoed in the room.
Marry in, huh, that’s indeed a good idea.
Victoria Windsor looked at Drake White’s ssages, a playful expression on her face, realizing there’s more to the story.
J’s close relationship with the leader of the Sia family was unexpected.
[Bluebird: So handso n prefer internal consumption now? No wonder J said she likes n, makes sense now.]
[Garfield: Bluebird, you’re still thinking about J, give it up, it’s impossible between you two.]
[Bluebird: You’re so talkative.]
[Nether Lord: To be honest, Bluebird’s not wrong, whether or not J has ties to the Sia family, it’s just not possible.]
[Spirit Fox: Seems like there’s a big story here.]
[Garfield: Not trying to crush your hopes, but the main issue is you two are the sa gender.]
Garfield’s comnt once again hushed M.K.
Claire Green glanced at their discussion, the smile in her eyes vanishing quickly.
She casually set the laptop aside and had just opened a ga on her phone when she received an invite from John Sinclair.
She raised her eyelids, her lips suddenly curling into a subtle, mysterious smile.
"Sister Green, why are you just getting online? We’ve been waiting for you all day."
John Sinclair’s bright voice carried a hint of grievance.
After listening.
Claire Green replied slowly, "Seems like the howork load was too light if you still have ti to play gas."
No sooner had she finished speaking.
Than the three other mbers in the group imdiately logged out.
Seeing only one person left in the team, Claire Green squinted her eyes, a roguish smile appearing on her lips.
Opening WeChat, she sent a ssage.
[Since you have free ti, go ahead and fill out two more worksheets.]
John Sinclair saw the ssage on his phone and instantly felt a sense of hopelessness. He wanted to pretend he hadn’t seen it but then rembered Claire’s temperant.
Could only berate himself, "Why did I have to go and invite Sister Green?"
Suddenly.
The group chat buzzed with ssages.
[Chubby: Sister Green is ruthless, two more worksheets, looks like no gaming tonight.]
[A Yao: Better start working then.]
[Chubby: Where’s Brother Sinclair? He hasn’t fallen yet, has he?]
[John Sinclair: Shut it, instead of ssaging, why not write those papers?]
anwhile, the M.K chat might as well be described as a teor crashing into the earth.
[Drake White: My buddy turned into a sister, is this a joke?]
[Bluebird: Such a handso person, and you’re telling she’s a girl? You must be kidding.]
[Neighbor Wang: Wow, the boss is a chick, a fierce chick at that.]
[Garfield: Honestly, when I first found out, I felt the sa as you all.]
The excited discussion went unnoticed by Claire Green, who didn’t respond.
...
"Are you really planning to use the Manor of River Hills for her coming of age ceremony, Lord Sia?"
Mason Quinn lounged on the sofa with his hands behind his head, as unkempt as ever.
Julian Sia lazily shot him a glance, replied with a soft "Yeah," and said, "Berlin is too small."
"Cough."
Mason Quinn coughed twice; it was his first ti hearing Berliner called small.
Indeed, compared to the Manor of River Hills, which spanned a mountain, Berlin was indeed small but more than adequate for a coming of age ceremony.
Mason Quinn: "Lord Sia, when will you lend the Manor of River Hills?"
After coughing a few tis, it was the first ti he heard Berlin being described as small.
Mason Quinn: "You’re not planning to give the Manor of River Hills to her, are you?!"
He thought to himself, could it be?
Julian Sia raised an eyebrow, "Do you have any objections?"
Mason Quinn sheepishly shook his head, "You’re the big shot, whatever makes you happy."
To her, if Claire Green likes it, it has value. If not, then it’s worthless.
Got it.
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