Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
As soon as class ended, John Sinclair flipped around and sat on the desk. It was the first ti he’d scored so well, he definitely needed to reward his hardworking self.
"How about getting so barbecue tonight?" John eagerly suggested.
Hearing the word "barbecue," Sebastian Winn’s eyes lit up, and he instinctively swallowed.
To him, the greatest joys in life were barbecue, hot pot, and chips.
"Sure, where should we go eat?" Isabella Xyler’s interest was piqued, and she voiced her agreent.
John Sinclair swung his legs and looked to the side expectantly, "Anywhere’s fine, Claire, want to co?"
Isabella and Sebastian both stared longingly at her, hoping she’d join.
But their hopes were dashed.
Claire Green sent a ssage on her phone without looking up, "Got sothing tonight. You guys go ahead."
Even though they expected to be turned down, they were still a bit disappointed.
John Sinclair wrapped an arm around Sebastian’s shoulder, "Looks like it’s just the three of us then."
...
"Hello, Miss Green, I’m Mo Ting, we’ve been in touch," Mo Ting was wearing a professional outfit, holding a folder in her left hand, greeting politely.
She was surprised to receive a text today, as she hadn’t received any response from Claire Green to her previous calls and ssages.
"Mm." Claire Green looked up, her cool voice casually spoken.
Seeing her look up, Mo Ting froze for a mont.
The girl’s face was elegantly striking, her red lips were slightly upturned.
Standing under the streetlamp, she was a scene in herself.
Coming back to reality, she couldn’t help but doubt. She looked too young to be able to afford a house.
"May I ask how old you are, Miss Green?" Mo Ting maintained her professional smile.
Claire raised an eyebrow, her smile not reaching her eyes, "What, you don’t believe ?"
Mo Ting’s expression remained unchanged, "No, just a little curious. Let’s go see the house now."
Soon, they arrived at a neighborhood, to be precise, a wealthy district.
At a glance, the villas were packed closely together.
"Miss Green, based on your requirents, there’s a suitable one here," Mo Ting said, looking at the docunts in her hand.
Claire Green responded with a low "Mm."
Not far away, Rae Zander saw a familiar profile and pulled the person next to her, "Olivia, look, isn’t that Claire Green?"
Olivia Song looked over and only saw a white silhouette, "Probably not, that’s a wealthy district, Claire wouldn’t get in there."
Rae thought for a mont, that seed right, but the profile did look very similar.
"I must’ve been mistaken, let’s go inside."
Olivia followed behind her, unable to resist glancing again, but this ti saw nothing.
...
Mo Ting showed Claire Green around the house and asked, "What do you think, Miss Green?"
"It’s fine, this one then." Claire handed over her card after speaking.
Claire Green didn’t have many requirents for a house, as long as she could sleep, it was fine.
Mo Ting couldn’t hold back her smile, having never t such a straightforward custor.
With a signature and a swipe of the card, everything was handled effortlessly.
"Miss Green, I’ll be leaving now," Mo Ting held the contract, suppressing her urge to exclaim, and courteously said goodbye.
Claire Green sank into the sofa and sighed after seeing the ssage on her phone indicating her balance was only five hundred left.
Spending a billion on a house, she might as well stay in a hotel.
Her slender fingers pressed a number and dialed.
Far away in R Nation, while having coffee with friends, the Nether Lord stood up abruptly when seeing the call.
The movent caught everyone’s attention in the café.
The girl sitting next to her felt embarrassed, quietly covering her face with the nu, whispering, "Nether, what are you doing?"
The Nether Lord ca back to her senses, apologized with a smile to everyone, and walked outside with the phone.
"It’s rare for God J to call today, sothing’s up."
Claire ignored her teasing and got straight to the point, "Help get a few more gigs recently."
The Nether Lord was surprised, checked the screen, noticing it was indeed J’s number.
"Didn’t you say a few days ago you weren’t taking any gigs for now? Why the sudden change of heart?"
Claire was montarily speechless, she couldn’t exactly say she bought a house and emptied her savings.
"Need money," Claire touched her nose, getting straight to the point.
This sentence hit the other’s funny bone, and Claire could hear the continuous laughter over the phone.
The Nether Lord indeed found it funny, J’s reasons were always one of a kind.
Thinking of the two requests recently, she spoke with a hint of mischief, "There are two gigs, both with high rewards, want them?"
Claire answered indifferently, "How much?"
"Both a billion each."
Claire sat up straight, taking out her computer from her bag, booting it up while asking, "What’s the content?"
"Find J, the client is Old Cat, and the other is Julian Sia."
After hearing this, Claire’s fingers paused.
It made sense for Old Cat to look for her, but why would that man want her?
"J, Old Cat is really mad this ti, a billion! Even I’m tempted," the Nether Lord joked.
Once these requests were out, many were itching but no one wanted to take it.
The main reason being J’s location had never been found by anyone.
"I won’t take these two, what else is there?"
Is she crazy, handling a request that involves finding herself?
"None for now, but I’ll keep an eye out for you."
"Mm," Claire hung up imdiately without another word.
The Nether Lord looked at her phone with a twitch in her mouth, tossed aside once used.
...
Claire Green supported her chin, casually browsing the web.
Soon, a novel website caught her attention.
She clicked in, chuckled at the author benefits section.
Suddenly, she thought writing a novel might be a good idea too.
If the Nether Lord heard this, she’d probably say she was just after the manuscript paynts.
Looking at the registration info before her, in the pen na section, Claire typed without hesitation: LQ.
The book title was even simpler, "Abyss of Sin," settled with those four characters.
No one would have expected later the novel would beco wildly popular, written casually by Claire Green.
Writing didn’t hold much feeling for Claire, her fingers danced over the keyboard, producing ten thousand words in no ti.
She clicked publish, then turned off the computer and left the villa.
Not caring about the attention her novel was garnering at the mont.
With her bag slung over her shoulder, one hand in her pocket, she headed for the community gate.
Along the way, she unexpectedly encountered the man who was willing to spend a billion to find J.
Their eyes t.
Claire Green "..."
Is the world really this small?
For so reason, Claire felt a twinge of guilt seeing the man now.
Julian Sia looked at her, laughing softly, striding with his long, elegant legs beneath his tailored pants, as he walked towards her.
His long fingers, clearly defined, reached out languidly.
He pinched her cheek slightly, teasingly, "Kid, what are you doing here so late?"
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