Thomas raised an eyebrow, put down the mouse, and leaned back casually, "Let see it."
The operations manager handed over the files in his hand, unable to contain the smile on his face.
No wonder you’re J the god, your work never disappoints.
Thomas glanced nonchalantly at the contents of the docunt, his eyes widening when he saw the revenue data, and this was just the beginning.
After reading through it, he chuckled quietly, and then his laughter grew stronger.
He had expected the ga’s launch to bring in considerable revenue, but he didn’t anticipate that within just one day, the costs would nearly be recovered.
If it continues like this, the revenue will only keep increasing.
With that thought, he happily picked up his phone and made a call.
After a while, the other side slowly picked up.
"J, I’ve got so good news for you," Thomas happily shared the data.
Claire Green raised her eyebrows, lazily changing to a more comfortable sitting position, "So, are you planning to give a share of the bonus."
Thomas, "..."
Shouldn’t a normal person be thrilled and excited to hear such good results about their work?
Why is it only about money when it’s J?
"I rember giving you sixty billion."
Claire casually said, "Can a patent fee be the sa as a bonus?"
Thomas’s smile froze on his face; he should never have made that call.
Plus, he suddenly realized a fact: every ti he dealt with J, he always had to part with so money.
This ti, he couldn’t let that happen.
Just as he finished thinking about it, his body honestly started making the transfer.
Seeing the glaringly bright "Transfer Successful" on the screen, Thomas’s face twitched.
Damn, this damned conditioned reflex.
Just then.
Claire chuckled lightly, her voice lazy and slightly hoarse, "Just kidding, I didn’t expect you to actually do it."
Thomas: "..."
Can I ask for it back now?
After a mont.
With a light sigh, a bit curious, he asked, "What do you need so much money for?"
Upon hearing that.
Claire’s eyes flickered slightly before she leisurely replied, "For a dowry."
"Cough..." Thomas almost choked at that, coughing violently.
What the heck?
Did she say sothing wrong?
If he rembers correctly, a dowry is usually the guy’s thing, right?
"Are you sure you’re not joking?"
"What do you think?" Claire lazily retorted.
If her brother is loaded, she needs to earn so money to marry him ho.
No, who is she preparing this dowry for?
Thomas’s expression imdiately darkened, inquiring without showing any emotion, "Sounds like you have soone in mind."
As the girl softly acknowledged, Thomas’s deanor began to chill, and a sense of heaviness grew in his heart.
Realizing his unusual feelings, Thomas frowned. Since when did he start having different feelings for her?
"Who is it?"
Unaware of his emotional shift, Claire maintained her nonchalant tone, but if you listened closely, you’d hear the hint of amusent in her voice.
"You’ll know in the future. I’ve got sothing to do, see you."
Thomas stared at the phone screen as it gradually dimd, his emotions unclear in his eyes.
After a long while, he lowered his gaze; when he looked up again, he was calm as usual.
...
The next day.
"Have you played ’Holographic Era’?"
"Of course, I have. Luckily, I bought a ga pod."
"It’s really fun, not only are there various templates, but the five senses are incredibly realistic too."
"Sigh, the ga pod I ordered is still in production, no idea when it’ll arrive."
"That’s minor; I just want to know who ca up with the ga ti limit idea."
Listening to the discussions around, Claire passed through the hallway into the classroom with her expression unchanged and an idle deanor.
The result was that the classroom discussions were just as lively as outside.
"John, which world template did you pick?"
"Doomsday Escape, sounds thrilling." John Sinclair sat on the desk, playing with Isabella Xyler’s hair absent-mindedly.
Seeing their eyes on him, Sebastian Winn smiled, "I chose the sa as John."
Played a bit last night, couldn’t get enough of it.
"Thought we could all dominate in the ga together, but we’re not even in the sa world." Harry Lewis sighed, sounding a bit regretful.
As soon as the girl walked in, everyone eagerly asked her.
"Claire, which world are you in?"
"Claire, want to join us?"
"Co to the Fantasy world, let’s reach the top together."
Facing the crowd blocking her way, Claire curled her lips, her eyes filled with a cold light, her presence becoming gradually imposing.
"Want to know?"
Everyone nodded their heads furiously.
"The class bell’s been ringing for ages, and you’re still chatting. What, you think you’re so good now?" Claire’s voice was low.
As soon as she finished, everyone hurried back to their places, posing like model students ready to study.
Her icy gaze swept over each person, her voice asured, "Count how many days are left until the college entrance exam. I’m all for a balance between work and play, but I hope you keep it in check."
She had watched this group slowly transform and grow, naturally hoping each of them had their own internal scale, knowing what was more important.
"Claire, we understand."
Understanding the aning behind her words, everyone exchanged knowing smiles and began reviewing earnestly.
The ga won’t run away, but Claire is always moving forward, and they can’t fall too far behind.
...
As ti passed, the college entrance exam lood closer.
The countdown on the blackboard changed daily until it showed just one day left.
Grace Carter looked at the neat Class Six; her heart was filled with comfort, but for so reason, her eyes felt slightly sore.
Farewells are always emotional—turns out this phrase is quite true.
"After tomorrow, it ans you’ll be embarking on a new journey. I’ve seen everything in these three years of high school, especially your transformation and efforts in the past six months. I’m very proud."
Grace spoke in a light tone, "Rember what Claire said: there are no useless people in the world. I hope you hold onto this deep in your hearts and never doubt yourselves no matter what you encounter."
The mont she finished speaking.
Everyone’s eyes turned to the back row, filled with smiles.
Under their gaze, Claire slightly raised an eyebrow, "Turn back, keep listening."
Everyone obediently turned around.
Seeing this scene, Grace found it amusing; only Claire could keep them in line. She joked slightly, "After being taught by our study god for so long, tomorrow’s the ti for results—do you have the confidence to surprise her?"
"Yes," everyone replied in unison.
"I’ll be waiting then," Grace chuckled, fell into silence, and her gaze sincerely lingered on each person as if trying to engrave them into her mory.
After a while.
She pressed her lips, "Three years doesn’t feel long or short; it’s my imnse fortune to know you all. I won’t say much more—I wish you all a brilliant future."
By the end of her words, Grace’s voice was tinged with sobs.
Seeing Grace force a smile on the podium, everyone felt a twinge of discomfort.
Just then.
A clear, relaxed voice rang out.
"Little Grace, are you planning never to see us again?"
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