"What are you saying, asking for leave again?"
Grace Carter looked at the girl standing in front of her with a headache, all her career’s good temper and helplessness given to her.
Claire Green stood lazily, her eyes slightly lowered as she nodded.
Seeing this, Grace Carter advised earnestly, "Even though you have good grades, you can’t be too arrogant. Look at how many tis you’ve taken leave since school started. Why not let it go this ti?"
Claire Green raised an eyebrow. Was this a disguised refusal?
Suddenly.
Claire Green’s voice rose lightly, "Taking leave is still a perfect score."
As soon as she spoke.
Grace Carter’s mouth twitched visibly; her arrogant attitude was really asking for a scolding, yet her flawless face made it impossible to act.
"No," Grace Carter looked at her gently, "tell what you’re taking leave for this ti?"
Instantly.
She saw the corners of the girl’s eyes lift and a playful, roguish smile curl at her lips.
"Need to sell the pigs I’m raising."
Are you kidding ?
Everyone in the school knows you’re the adopted daughter of the Song Manor, although the relationships are complicated, would they actually let you raise pigs?
Grace Carter helplessly rubbed her forehead. Couldn’t she at least co up with a convincing reason?
Seeing her expression, Claire Green’s eyes flickered with a faint smile.
Indeed, she was selling ’pigs,’ and they were worth billions.
Knowing she couldn’t outtalk her, Grace Carter sighed slightly and signed the leave form, "Co back to class soon."
Claire Green took the form and casually stuffed it into her pocket, a hint of a smile in her eyes, "I’ll try."
"Clearly, those eyes look innocent and well-behaved, but as soon as she speaks..."
Grace Carter watched Claire Green’s back, sowhat wistful.
...
"Claire, where are you going?" John Sinclair asked when he saw Claire Green taking her backpack from the desk drawer.
Claire Green slung the bag over one shoulder and slowly put her hand into her pocket, speaking lazily, "Got so things to handle."
Isabella Xyler lay on the table, "Did you tell Julian?"
Upon hearing this.
Claire Green fidgeted with the hand in her pocket, then casually said, "I’m off."
Seeing her like this, Isabella Xyler turned to the other two, "So did Claire tell him or not?"
John Sinclair and Sebastian Winn shrugged, how would they know?
Isabella Xyler gave them a look of "you’re hopeless," then looked down and started texting.
At the Iris Estate, Julian Sia looked thoughtfully at the ssages on his phone; it wasn’t the first ti Claire was up to sothing.
At that mont.
Claire Green was heading toward the airport when her phone rang suddenly. Glancing down, she was slightly surprised.
But only for a second; she answered the call, leaning her head lazily against the seatback, speaking lightly, "Brother’s call ca quickly."
Julian Sia spoke calmly, "Did it? Seems like you already guessed I would call."
Claire Green chuckled lightly; with Isabella Xyler as the information conduit, it was hard not to know.
"Where are you off to?"
"M Country," Claire Green said succinctly.
On this side, Julian Sia’s eyes flickered. Involving M Country, Claire’s secret was truly significant.
"When are you coming back? I’ll pick you up."
Claire Green watched the scenery retreating outside the window, thinking for a few seconds, "In about three days."
Julian Sia replied with a low "Hmm," "ssage when you’re back."
"Alright."
Just as she hung up the call, Charles Jordan walked in.
"Mr. Sia, the people from the Iris Estate are still persistent and insist on eting you."
Julian Sia raised an eyebrow, a hint of a cold curve at the corner of his mouth, "Hmm, prepare to go over."
Charles Jordan looked a bit surprised; hadn’t Mr. Sia refused them several tis? How co he suddenly changed his mind?
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Charles Jordan acknowledged and went to prepare imdiately.
...
In the afternoon, Claire Green went directly to Thomas Skin’s company building but was stopped by the receptionist.
"Who are you here to see?"
Claire Green’s voice was very calm, "Thomas Skin."
The receptionist heard this and a look of disdain crossed her face, yet another trying to climb the social ladder.
"Sorry, no appointnt, no entry."
Claire Green’s eyes showed so irritation as she gave her a cold glance, "Are you sure you’re not letting in?"
Hearing this.
The receptionist girl sneered disdainfully, full of mockery, "I’ve seen many like you, just trying to hook up with our handso and wealthy president. I’ll admit you’re prettier than the others, but it doesn’t an you can climb into the president’s bed."
Claire Green stared at her for a few seconds, then chuckled.
"Him, worthy?"
Saying this, without turning back she walked away instantly.
As she walked away, the receptionist girl spat, not worthy; then don’t go looking for the president!
At that mont, on the top floor, Thomas Skin frowned at the ssages on his phone, feeling puzzled.
Wasn’t it agreed on six hundred billion for the patent fee, now how did it beco a two-year usage fee?
Thinking about it, he called directly but wasn’t able to connect.
What was going on?
"Brother, ask J why the sudden change of mind." Thomas Skin thought if J didn’t answer his call, he’d surely answer his brother’s call.
On the other end, Old Cat, looking sleepy, yawned, "What change of mind, what happened?"
"I also don’t know, ask him," Thomas Skin relayed the ssage content in a low voice.
Hearing this, Old Cat’s eyes suddenly beca clear, and with his bedhead, he called Claire Green.
"Bro, what’s going on?"
As soon as the call connected, Old Cat couldn’t wait to ask.
Claire Green, holding a spoon with her cold, pale fingers, stirred the coffee on the table absentmindedly, not surprised at all by Old Cat’s call.
"Just wanted to change the gaplay."
Her lazy voice carried a hint of mischief, reaching Old Cat’s ears.
Old Cat: "..."
So, a project of billions is just a ga to you.
He was silent for a few seconds, then complained, "But isn’t your gaplay a bit too harsh? We spend six hundred billion and only get a two-year usage, even black market dealers aren’t this greedy."
Claire Green let out a slight chuckle, "Thanks for the complint."
Was I really complinting you?
Facing her unfazed response, Old Cat only felt deeply helpless.
"Even if you want to change the gaplay, at least give a reason!"
Knowing J for so long, he’s not one to randomly go back on his word unless sothing happened.
Claire Green took a light sip of coffee, her voice carrying an unidentified chill, "It’s to help you, of course, don’t you like to ss with Thomas Skin?"
Hearing this, Old Cat was stunned, starting to ponder.
J’s words were clearly off. After all, for money, he’d easily sell out his location.
Instantly.
He suddenly heard a familiar accent over the phone, blurting out, "You’re in M Country now."
Claire Green unhurriedly agreed with a sound.
Indeed.
At that mont, Old Cat’s intelligence suddenly kicked in, his brain spinning quickly. J had co to M Country and suddenly changed his mind. The only answer was that he might have gone to see Thomas Skin.
"Is it because of Thomas Skin?"
"Tsk," Claire Green raised an eyebrow, "seems your intelligence is occasionally online."
"...Thanks, I feel a bit offended."
Getting the answer he wanted, Old Cat swiftly sent a ssage to Thomas Skin.
[J might have visited your company, check it yourself.]
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