Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
While everyone was still imrsed in discussing this post, another post quietly got boosted up.
Suddenly, the chubby Sebastian Winn turned with a grim face, "Sothing’s up."
John Sinclair frowned, "What happened?"
Sebastian pointed at his phone screen, placing it on the table, "Soone posted a thread, all about the new student."
John picked up the phone, and upon seeing the content of the post, his expression darkened.
[OP: Those who say the transfer student is prettier than Olivia Song must be blind. She’s just an orphan whose parents are unknown, yet so many people are eager to be her lapdogs. From what I know, she’s been adopted by the Song Manor; they provide for her, but not only is she ungrateful, she recently angered Olivia Song into the hospital. Now, who knows how, she got into our school. Do you people like such a person? Must be sick.]
The post caused quite a stir upon being released.
[Can’t believe there’s soone like that.]
[Using unfair ans, definitely has a sugar daddy behind her.]
[Does the OP have any evidence? Words alone prove nothing.]
As the post fernted, more and more comnts poured in.
Claire Green glanced at it, getting a rough idea of what’s going on.
"Have the admin delete the post," John Sinclair’s brows furrowed as he spoke to Sebastian.
"No need," Claire Green stood up, her tone flat, "Help get a leave from Xiao Cheng."
"Where are you going?"
Her answer was Claire Green’s departing silhouette.
Soon, Claire Green arrived at the internet café she visited last ti, skillfully finding her way to the girl and getting a machine.
She lazily sat down, casually tapping on the keyboard, successfully hacking into the school forum, finding the post, and deleting it directly.
After deleting the post, she discovered sothing interesting—the person who posted it wasn’t Olivia Song, which surprised her a little.
Just then, the phone screen on the table lit up.
Opening it, a text ssage appeared, the sender being Nether Lord.
[J, are you free? There’s a tricky job. Will you take it?]
Over the past few days, Claire Green had gotten to know them well, and this was the first ti she had seen them encounter sothing tricky.
She took out the voice changer from her pocket and put it on, dialing casually, quickly getting through.
"What’s the situation," a cool and magnetic voice ca from Claire Green’s mouth.
Nether Lord had previously spoken with Claire Green on the phone, but upon hearing this voice, couldn’t help blushing, unable to help it since she was a voice enthusiast.
"Found Old Cat’s location, order placed by Thomas Skin," the woman on the other end was lounging on a beach chair, sunbathing, even her voice was lazy.
This order, she ant to take herself, but since the last ti J covered up Old Cat’s location for him, several of them had tried to hack it, all to no avail.
Claire Green propped her chin with one hand, speaking casually, "Just a system. Why is Thomas so persistent on Old Cat?"
The woman laughed gleefully, "Haha, Thomas and Old Cat are brothers. While his own brother is working himself to death at the company, Old Cat is fiercely sabotaging him from behind."
Upon hearing this, Claire Green beca interested, curling her lips into a smile, "So interesting, it seems Thomas is determined to catch Old Cat."
"Mm, ten million. Will you take it?"
Claire Green chuckled, "I’ll take this job."
Hanging up the phone, Claire Green wrote a segnt of code; the computer began autonomous operation—penetrating, hacking, locking—without any obstacles.
After sending the address to Nether Lord, she also sent a ssage to Old Cat as a heads-up.
After all, Old Cat was her first fat sheep.
[You have an hour left] Sender J.
Garfield himself was currently vacationing on a small island in M Country and, upon seeing the ssage, was a bit clueless, not caring.
The result was, an hour later, he was caught by Thomas Skin and brought back to the family.
It was then he understood, J had sold him out.
...
At Holywood Mansion, Claire Green lazily strolled with one hand in her pocket.
Seeing a dessert shop, there was a hint of starlight in her dark eyes.
She decisively pushed the door in, coming out with a bag of stuff in her hands.
This contrast cuteness made the clerks blush and their hearts race; the seemingly unapproachable girl unexpectedly liked sweets, so adorable.
After buying the stuff, Claire Green went straight back to the hotel.
As soon as she sat down inside, a girl’s crying voice ca from upstairs, Claire Green raised an eyebrow, "So intense."
She wanted to quietly enjoy a piece of cake, but the crying got louder, wearing on Claire Green’s patience.
Her dark eyes were bone-chillingly cold, with a hint of red in her gaze.
She appeared upstairs radiating low pressure.
"Your harmonious voices are disturbing ," Claire Green knocked on the door impatiently.
The girl inside the room was startled by the sudden voice, her crying stopped abruptly, looking at the few people sitting, showing embarrassnt.
"Enough with the noise," the man pinching a cigarette in his hand gave the girl a cold glance and said flatly.
The look made the girl stiffen, her tears starting to fall again.
Mr. Sia’s gaze—who could withstand it? My brother is even watching and not planning to help .
Outside the room, just as Claire Green was about to leave, the crying resud, her refined brows instantly cold and grim, her rebelliousness fully exposed.
She kicked the door open and walked in displeased, "Are you guys done yet."
After that, she looked up to see three n on the sofa and a girl trembling across, with all their eyes on her.
It was an excessively exquisite face.
Her eyes were tinged with a wicked red, her gaze icy cold.
Her entire deanor exuded impatience.
The whole person carried an air of arrogance and defiance.
Isabella Xyler exclaid, "Where did this girl co from? Her face is absolutely stunning."
Claire Green pressed her temples, realizing her mistake, and with an obscure hint of defiance in her eyes, coldly stated, "Since it’s not what I thought, then be quiet."
"My, my, is the girl fierce," Mason Quinn carelessly stood up, hands in pockets, speaking with a roguish air.
Claire Green glanced at him, said nothing, turned to leave.
Just then, the man in the middle spoke up, his deep voice casually traced with a hint of surprise, "Kick the door in and plan to leave."
Didn’t expect to see her here.
Claire Green frowned, her heart skipped an inexplicable beat upon seeing the man’s face.
The man’s features were delicate, his deep eyes held a cool aloofness, with upturned eyes adding a captivating allure, a lazy smile on his lips, inexplicably charming.
This was a man both cold and appealing.
Claire Green’s heart itched, hooked by that face, she smiled and asked, "Then what does this brother say we should do?"
The girl’s voice was subtly alluring, her eyes were upturned carrying a unique charm.
Mason and the others exchanged glances, if they were not mistaken, the girl was flirting with Mr. Sia.
"Heh," Julian Sia chuckled lightly, his fingers moved slightly, this was the first ti soone dared to flirt with him.
The little girl was young, but certainly skilled.
Julian Sia extinguished his cigarette, ca to Claire Green, after a few seconds in everyone’s gaze, he slightly bowed, speaking aningfully, "Let’s go, brother will see you out."
His deep voice resounded in her ear, warm breath carrying a hint of tobacco.
A flush crept up her ears, Claire Green unconsciously lifted her foot to follow him out.
Watching the two leave, several people exchanged glances, faces filled with astonishnt.
"George, what’s going on with Mr. Sia," Mason nudged the person beside him, asking.
"Probably has his eyes on her," George Xyler thought for a mont, speaking slowly.
Suddenly, Isabella Xyler excitedly exclaid, "I’ve got to ship this CP pairing."
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