Charles Jordan glanced at the ti, then resud typing on the keyboard. It wasn’t long before Old Cat appeared on the screen, looking disheveled with a scruffy face.
He muttered indistinctly while eating instant noodles, "Need sothing from ?"
Seeing him like this, Claire Green raised an eyebrow and spoke lazily, "You showing off your true self?"
Detecting the disdain in her tone, Old Cat quickly finished his noodles, casually grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth, and feigned helplessness.
"I didn’t want to, but who’s going to clean up when I’m alone in this huge company, feeling lonely and bored?"
Lonely and bored?
Probably also cold.
Claire Green gave him a aningful look, "Is that so? From what I see, soone is playing gas all day long, living quite leisurely."
Oops, forgot about the surveillance.
Exposed, Old Cat decided not to feign ignorance anymore and shrugged, "You can’t bla . This company has only two artists, and they’re both working most of the ti. I don’t see a single soul around."
Upon hearing this.
Claire Green contemplated at depths, "I’ll release a hiring notice. Make sure to interview candidates yourself."
As soon as she finished speaking.
Old Cat jumped up from his chair and looked at her in disbelief, "You roped in as an executive chief, wasn’t that enough? Now you want to be the HR head too."
Is he really that idle?
No more working for free; now he has to hold down two jobs.
Who would have thought?
"Aren’t you bored and lonely? More people will keep you company."
The girl had a lazy elegance in her finely crafted features, her eyes slightly lifted, carrying a hint of mischievousness.
Well, thank you very much!
Old Cat’s mouth twitched, "Shouldn’t you consider paying a salary?"
"Asking for money," Claire Green answered calmly, changing to a comfortable position and replied indifferently, "No money."
Pardon ?
After earning so much from him, now she’s feigning poverty?
Old Cat’s forehead twitched, "Could you be any more shaless?"
anwhile, their conversation was interrupted by the chaos on Weibo about Shen Xueyan’s apology.
[Only figured out to apologize now? Where was this thought when you were being the third party?]
[Still brazenly said those things, truly disgusting as hell.]
[Initially had hopes for you, now goodbye, unfollowed.]
[LMAO, all this fuss and your sugar daddy doesn’t even dare make a peep. What did you even see in that beer-drinker?]
[I know, besides his money, it’s just the resources.]
[No wonder her resources are great. I was puzzled why Shen Xueyan was so highly praised, almost exalted; turns out this is why.]
However, at this mont, a tweet from King Regal Entertainnt made netizens go wild.
[No wonder the sudden exposure happened; didn’t realize she ssed with the wrong person.]
[Yesterday’s widely circulated drama resources are all gone today; seems the big boss took action.]
[Shen Xueyan must have lost her mind ssing with King Regal’s people.]
[I am envious of Charlotte Shaw and Edward Monroe already, hoping King Regal could favor my sister.]
The netizen who posted the tweet didn’t expect to be noticed.
[Soon.]
While everyone was excited about this reply, King Regal Entertainnt updated their Weibo again.
[King Regal Entertainnt: Hiring open, show off your talents to convince .]
Gazing at this tweet, netizens felt excited yet a bit emotional. Truly, King Regal’s recruitnt thods are refreshingly out of the ordinary.
Insiders also started to feel uneasy due to this tweet, especially so artists whose contracts are expiring and welfare at their companies isn’t good.
It could be said this tweet from King Regal brought them hope.
...
When Claire Green went downstairs, she saw a man dressed in gray loungewear, sitting leisurely on the sofa, flipping through his phone with his slender fingers. The glasses on his prominent nose softened his aloof deanor sowhat.
He exuded an untouchable cool and restrained vibe.
"Up early, brother."
Claire Green dragged herself over lazily, ready to sit when the man pulled her to sit beside him.
"Isn’t it just you’re late today?"
The man retorted, his deep voice carrying a hint of aningfulness.
Claire Green wiggled her fingers; indeed, at this hour, she was usually gaming in the living room.
"Aren’t you going to pick up grandpa?"
The way she switched topics was rather clumsy.
Julian Sia’s eyes behind the glasses lit up with a smile, lips lifting, "Charles Jordan went, but are you trying to shoo away, Claire?"
The man’s voice was low and magnetic, making one’s heart itch.
"No," the girl’s delicate brow and eyes lowered as she idly played with her phone.
Suddenly.
The faint pinewood scent dwindled, and raising her eyes, she saw the man walk into the kitchen, soon returning with a glass of milk and a sandwich.
"Co have breakfast."
Claire Green gazed for a few seconds, lips curling into a grin, leisurely moving over to him.
"Brother is indeed becoming more and more virtuous."
Her eyes lifted, bright and alluring with playful elongated endings in her voice.
Julian Sia’s laugh ca low from his chest, without words, only cheerfully standing behind her, his fingers lifting her long hair and clumsily tying it up.
It was the first ti soone had tied her hair, and her body slightly stiffened.
Finally.
She softly spoke, "Thank you."
"Eat first. I’ll go change clothes."
Seeing the man upstairs, Claire Green laughed heartily, her mood improving as she started eating her breakfast.
...
An hour later.
A hearty, deep voice drifted in from outside.
The two in the living room raised their brows in sync, expressions perfectly tid.
Upon seeing the person entering, Claire Green paused, stepped forward, "Grandpa Sia."
The old man affectionately patted her hand, glanced at the man stable as a mountain on the sofa, and let out a cold snort.
"Certainly, girls are more lovable; unlike so brat, the elders co and he doesn’t even greet them."
At his words.
Julian Sia’s eyes showed helplessness, "Even if I greet you, you’d still have more to say."
The implication being, he’d get talked about regardless of what he did.
"Good that you know," Grandpa Sia glared at him, but then turned smiling towards Olivia, "Olivia girl, your college entrance exam is next year, right?"
Helping the elder back to the sofa, Claire Green was fully conversational, "Yes, next year."
"Are you confident?"
Caleb Green, who just walked in, stumbled upon hearing the elder’s question.
With her grades, is there even a need to ask if she’s confident?
Absolutely top-notch.
Seeing the commotion, Grandpa Sia turned back and instantly bead.
"You didn’t return; aren’t you afraid those old guys would be annoyed?"
"Grandpa Sia, we reported back earlier," Isabella Xyler spoke cheerfully, "It’s perfect to spend the New Year with Olivia and you this year."
"Good." Grandpa Sia grinned broadly.
His age had caught up, and despite not being as robust as before, most of his ti was spent reminiscing with those old buddies, but deep down, he still enjoyed the liveliness like young people.
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