Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Luo Jia’s Schemes, Isabella Xyler: One-Stop Service
"What, do you think that the document everyone received was brought in by me?"
Lo Jia had both hands in his pockets, and despite being just a teenager, the expression on his face made the men in the hall turn a shade paler.
In the Brown family, it’s said that the most ruthless is not the elder in the middle, but rather this seemingly unassuming young man.
"Hmm, weren’t you just getting excited talking about this?" Lo Jia reached out and gripped the man’s chin, "Now you’re mute."
Cold sweat dripped down the man’s forehead, his lips trembling, "I didn’t mean it that way."
Swinging the chin aside, Lo Jia took out a handkerchief and leisurely wiped his fingers, nodding towards the old man, "Grandfather."
The old man showed no signs of anger at his behavior, and his tone was devoid of emotion.
"What’s he talking about?"
Casually tossing the handkerchief onto the coffee table, Lo Jia leaned back, "Nothing much, just had someone pointing a gun at my head."
He was indeed startled by Claire Green’s gaze at that time, and when he left, he was somewhat in a state of disarray.
But.
Being treated with respect for many years, she was the first to dare point a gun at him.
Training someone as rebellious as her would be all the more interesting.
He licked his red lips, a determined gleam in his eyes.
The old man was slightly surprised that his grandson hadn’t killed that person.
"Do you think she has anything to do with it?"
Lo Jia pondered for two seconds before responding disdainfully, "Probably not. Even if she has a gun, she doesn’t have the ability to make the document go to every member of our family."
The old man, upon hearing this, showed a look of approval. Lo Jia was the only one in the family who resembled him the most in terms of intelligence and ruthlessness.
"Alright, don’t make a fuss. I’ll have someone investigate. All of you, go back."
The old man stood up with his cane, neither hurriedly nor slowly, starting to send people away.
"Then we’ll be leaving first."
After the hall returned to silence, Lo Jia looked up at the old man who hadn’t left, his voice cold.
"Grandfather, they’ve never amounted to much. Their forces have been scattered for too long to be recovered."
"Don’t mention these things in front of me anymore. The things in the hands of the side branches, wait until you can inherit the family to reclaim them."
After speaking, the old man slowly left.
Inherit the family?
Lo Jia stared at his grandfather’s departing figure, a fierce determination in his eyes.
...
"It’s impossible for anyone to have found out."
In the room, the old man looked at the woman on the computer screen with a hint of respect in his expression.
"But today, every member of the Brown family received a document, and the person who sent it left no other message, which seems to be a warning."
Transmitting the document, the old man furrowed his brows, analyzing.
Looking at the content of the document, the woman’s hand, placed on the table, clenched suddenly. Who could it be?
After waiting so long to finally have a result, this thing suddenly appeared. If exposed, F Continent International will definitely get involved.
After some thought, she spoke deeply, "Stop the recent experiments first, find out who is behind sending this document?"
She would never allow anyone to ruin her plans.
"Alright, I’ll have someone suggest it to the M.K. people."
Ending the video call, the old man immediately ordered someone to contact M.K.
Completely unaware of the fleeting icon at the bottom of the screen.
Looking at the contents sent to his phone, Claire Green licked her lips wickedly, her fingers casually rubbing.
It seems necessary to take a trip to the F Continent.
The next day.
As Claire Green walked out of the airport, she saw a familiar car parked by the roadside.
Raising an eyebrow, she directly opened the door and got in.
"Brother, you’re really well-informed."
The man leaned in to buckle her seatbelt but didn’t move away immediately. Instead, he supported himself with one hand on the side, making it seem like they were hugging.
Staring at the girl’s rebellious yet lazy eyes, his gaze darkened, and his voice was low and deep.
"A-Jin, shouldn’t you explain where that gun came from?"
Hearing this.
Claire Green’s eyes paused slightly, her throat rolling as she laughed softly, "That, it’s just an ordinary toy gun."
"Is that so," the man smirked meaningfully, "It’s rare to see a toy gun that can pierce walls."
The two were so close that with each word, warm breaths brushed against each other’s faces, making the temperature inside the car rise somewhat.
"Brother, are you sure you want to keep talking to me in this position?"
As the words fell.
Julian Sia’s gaze fleetingly shifted unnaturally, then he sat upright, starting the car.
The issue with the gun naturally ended without further pursuit.
...
Brightsong School.
Claire Green looked at the banner on the teaching building and, for the first time, felt an impulse to turn around and escape.
Did Thomas Ziegler think being a school principal was too comfortable and wanted to try a different position?
"Senior Lu, good morning."
Students passing by couldn’t help but greet her.
The result was that the initially nonchalant boss entered the classroom with a noticeable air of displeasure.
Harry Lewis and a few others who were chatting looked at each other in confusion.
What’s going on?
Why is Olivia in such a bad mood so early?
They shrugged without understanding, with no one daring to approach to ask what happened.
When John Sinclair and the others came in, they found the classroom quieter than usual.
"Did you guys take the wrong medicine today?"
Isabella Xyler touched her chin, her suspicious gaze wandering over them.
Normally, these guys would be chatting enthusiastically, but today they were acting out of character, something was off.
Harry Lewis motioned with his mouth, indicating them to look at the back, mouthing silently, "Olivia is back, but she seems to be in a bad mood."
No wonder.
The three immediately understood.
"Olivia, you came back just in time. I heard there’s a new shop that opened recently. Let’s go try it later."
Isabella Xyler took a piece of candy from her bag and placed it on the desk, blinking her almond eyes, looking at the girl with an expectant gaze.
Playing with the candy, she casually tossed it into her mouth, the sweet taste quickly filling her entire mouth.
The tension around her slightly eased.
Claire Green’s voice was low and unhurried, "What kind of shop."
"It’s the kind that provides an all-in-one experience for eating, drinking, and entertainment."
Isabella thought for a moment and spoke with some embarrassment.
After all, mentioning an all-in-one service might cause some misunderstandings.
A mischievous gaze swept over a few people, chuckling, "Quite something."
Hearing this.
Sebastian Winn hurried to explain, "Not that kind of all-in-one, it’s more like a club."
He didn’t want to be killed by Olivia’s family member before they’d even gone.
From his experience, wherever Olivia was, that other person was never far off.
Even if not there, they’d coincidentally run into each other, creating an embarrassingly awkward situation.
"Why are you panicking?" The girl raised her eyes, speaking lightly.
"I’m just trying to survive," Sebastian scratched his head, "Especially since your family member’s combat skills are quite something."
With his reminder, Isabella’s body stiffened, feeling a momentary fear, almost forgetting about Mr. Sia.
If Mr. Sia heard about her encouraging Olivia to go to such an all-in-one service place, she’d probably end up buried at sea.
After a while.
Isabella weakly spoke up, "Maybe we should change the place."
"Why change," Claire Green curled her lips, "Let me see what kind of fun makes you describe it as an all-in-one."