"What kind of friendly transaction is this," the man said with a grumble.
Isn’t a transaction supposed to be a result of mutual discussion?
How co with J, it’s always a one-sided notification.
Claire Green lazily raised her eyebrows, "You need to get used to it. Next ti, contact tomorrow."
Then she rcilessly hung up.
The man was suffused with an aura of resentnt, "Hung up on , wait till I see you tomorrow, I’ll definitely make you regret it."
...
"Olivia, did you see last night’s trending topic on Weibo?"
As soon as Isabella Xyler entered the classroom, she shoved her backpack into the desk and eagerly turned to stare at the girl.
"I saw it," Claire Green raised her gaze, nodding indifferently.
"It was really amazing, even though I don’t know who did it, I must say they did it beautifully."
Isabella’s eyes sparkled, her face full of excitent.
Anyone who didn’t know better would think she won the lottery.
John Sinclair and Sebastian Winn ca in and saw her in such an ecstatic state, instinctively looking at Claire Green, silently asking.
What’s going on with her?
Claire Green smiled faintly, lowered her eyes, and played with her phone.
Seeing this.
John Sinclair pursed his lips and poked soone’s shoulder, "What are you so excited about this early in the morning?"
Having been poked on the shoulder, Isabella was curious about who it was, but upon hearing the voice, she instinctively rolled her eyes.
She slapped John’s hand away in annoyance, snapping, "Of course it’s about the Yang family incident, you two don’t know yet?"
"We know," Sebastian stated brightly, "it’s such a big deal, probably no one doesn’t know."
However.
Sebastian’s voice paused, and he curiously asked, "What does it have to do with you that you’re so happy about it?"
After saying that.
Isabella shot him a "Are you dumb?" look and explained.
"Did you forget Olivia almost had to get engaged to the Yang family? Now that they’re in trouble, of course I’m happy, I’d like to set off firecrackers to celebrate."
The two were montarily taken aback, then suddenly realized.
So that’s it.
They actually forgot about such an important subplot.
"In that case, let’s find a place to celebrate tonight." John stroked his chin and suggested.
"I agree."
"I don’t have a problem either."
Then, the three of them looked at Claire Green with eyes full of anticipation.
"No ti," Claire pressed her temple and said softly, "Tomorrow."
Originally, all three were quite disappointed upon hearing the rejection, but it turned out there was a twist.
Tomorrow it is!
It’s not easy to arrange a eting with Olivia.
"Alright then, tomorrow it is." John decisively concluded.
...
"Are you here?"
Claire Green stood on the corridor, her arm lazily resting on the railing, hand hanging naturally.
"Just got off the plane, where do I find you?"
The voice on the other end was noisy, the man had to raise his voice.
Claire brushed her eardrum, slightly raising her brows, "Not bad for a loud voice."
Exiting the airport, the man felt awkward hearing this and scratched his head.
"It’s the airport’s noise, let’s talk business, where do I go now?"
Upon hearing this, Claire looked back at the three chatting in the classroom and casually uttered, "Wait."
Then, she casually sent an address over.
The man saw the ssage on his phone, grinned, and couldn’t resist taking a screenshot to show off in a group chat.
Completely unaware that he was exposing J’s whereabouts.
[Garfield: Look, what is this, J’s exclusive address, haha.]
[Drake White: Nicely done, old cat. I was just wondering how to find the brother’s location.]
[Bluebird: Sa here, just got off the plane, now that I see the address, I’m heading straight over.]
[Drake White: See you later, Bluebird!]
Victoria Windsor, far away in R Nation, annoyed by the WeChat noise, opened and checked, suddenly left speechless.
Couldn’t help but ridicule in the group chat.
[Nether Lord: Old cat, did you leave your brain at ho today? You dare to casually share J’s address.]
After sending the ssage, imdiately phoned soone.
"Your address got exposed?"
Claire, upon hearing this as soon as she picked up, furrowed her brows slightly and said coldly, "Impossible."
It wasn’t her being arrogant, but with the current hacker technology, there’s simply no match in the world.
Victoria rubbed her forehead, explained helplessly, "Old cat took a screenshot of the address you sent him and shared it in a small group, now Drake and Bluebird are heading that way."
After a few seconds of silence.
Claire chuckled coolly, "And yet, with old cat’s intelligence, he’s still an M.K veteran."
Victoria said, "But the fact is, he’s technically skilled, just didn’t inherit the intelligence of the Skin family."
"Tsk," Claire made a aningful sound without saying anything further.
...
"Bella, take a leave for with Xiao Cheng."
With a backpack slung over one shoulder, Claire lightly patted Isabella’s shoulder, leaving a calm remark.
"What are you going to do?" Isabella asked dumbfounded, and by the ti she ca to her senses, the person had already left the classroom.
...
Claire found a place to change her outfit, looking like a guy she slowly walked into the agreed location.
"Excuse , how many of you?" The lobby attendant saw her, face slightly flushed, and couldn’t help but ask softly.
"Room 205," Claire’s voice remained unchanged.
"Alright, please follow ," the attendant smiled courteously, leading her to a door, "Here we are."
Claire gave a slight nod.
Opening the room door, she saw a man with ssy brown hair, normally handso features now marred with frustration.
"Old cat."
Claire raised her eyebrows and called out with amusent.
Upon hearing the commotion, old cat looked up, and at the mont he saw Claire’s face, he was montarily dazed.
Uncertainly probed, "J."
"Yeah," Claire nodded, casually finding a spot to sit down.
Seeing her acknowledgnt, old cat couldn’t help but exclaim inwardly.
Victoria wasn’t lying, J indeed looks good.
Originally thinking of punching him upon eting, now seeing this flawless face, old cat felt he couldn’t make a move.
"Were you just regretting exposing the address, huh?" Claire’s eyes glimred with mischief, the lowtinged undertone making old cat shiver.
"I was so happy, I forgot," had it not been for Victoria’s later call mocking him, he probably still wouldn’t have realized.
[Knock, knock —]
This mont.
The door was suddenly knocked on.
No need to guess, it’s obvious who arrived.
Claire raised an eyebrow, licking her lips with a smile, "Your companions are here, not going to open the door?"
Old cat choked up, reluctantly got up to open the door.
Standing outside, Drake and Bluebird were full of expectation, but seeing who opened the door, imdiately showed disdain.
"Why is it you, where’s my brother?"
Drake shouted with his gruff voice, complaining.
"Exactly, we’ve seen your face countless tis, make way, I want to see the big shot."
Bluebird was more direct, pulling old cat aside and walking straight in.
Then stood still in shock.
She incredulously rubbed her eyes, turned her head in disbelief, and asked, "Where’s my big shot? Why is there just a handso guy?"
Old cat rolled his eyes at the two, "He is J."
And with that.
"What the hell, who are you kidding?" Drake shouted loudly, "How could my brother look like this."
In his imagination, the brother should be a man with a beard and thick eyebrows, how could he be a pretty boy.
Upon hearing this, Claire’s brows and eyes carried a hint of amusent, saying nonchalantly, "Didn’t grow into the image you had in mind, disappointed?"
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