Chapter 85: Chapter 84: Threatening Rae Zander, Thomas Skin’s Invitation
The sound of the announcement echoed throughout the school, there’s no way Rae Zander wouldn’t hear it.
Feeling the spectators’ gazes in the hallway, she suddenly lowered her head, clenched her fists tightly on both sides, and turned on her heel, heading straight to Class Six.
"Claire Green, was it you who asked John Sinclair to do the announcement?"
As soon as she entered Class Six, she lost all rationality and directly lifted the school uniform covering Claire Green’s head, throwing it on the ground.
Hiss.
Everyone who saw this was shocked. Sister Claire hated being disturbed while sleeping the most, she was walking straight into the line of fire.
Claire Green slowly opened her eyes, a shadow flickered briefly in them when she saw the person in front of her.
"Pick it up."
Her voice was hoarse and carried an endless chill.
Rae Zander swallowed hard, her eyes shrinking with fear. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
"Wasn’t it you who instigated the broadcast?"
Claire Green glanced at the uniform on the floor, her eyes deep, and suddenly sneered at Rae’s words.
"So, what are you planning to do?"
Her tone was indifferent, neither admitting nor denying.
But to Rae Zander, it was a confession. The next second, her sharp voice rang out, drawing spectators from the neighboring class.
"Claire Green, you’re just a selfish person, you can’t stand others being better off, and now you want to make me embarrass myself in front of the whole school. I’m telling you, no way."
"Then I’ll let you know that if you don’t go, the Zander family doesn’t need to exist either."
John Sinclair and the others had just arrived at the classroom door when they heard Rae Zander’s voice, and their faces instantly turned icy.
Isabella Xyler, too, discarded her usual gentleness and spoke directly with threatening words.
Upon hearing this, Rae Zander quickly turned her head and, seeing the girl who spoke, laughed disdainfully, "What are you? Daring to say you’ll make my Zander family disappear. Ridiculous."
"Oh, Bella, your identity as the heiress of the Xyler Group in Capital City isn’t enough, huh," John Sinclair joked, but his face remained expressionless, his eyes coldly fixed on Rae Zander.
Capital City.
Xyler Group.
The whole class, except for Claire and two others, couldn’t believe it and widened their eyes.
Rae Zander’s face instantly turned pale as she shook her head like a madwoman reassuring herself, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could someone from the Xyler family come to Bayne City to study."
"Why not," Sebastian Winn said coldly, "has anyone ever said they can’t come to Bayne City to study?"
"Rae Zander, you can try if you doubt I have this capability," Isabella Xyler folded her arms, as if kindly suggesting.
"Hahaha."
The crowd burst into laughter.
Since John had spoken up, it must be true, as the Sinclair family is a top-class family in Bayne City.
Rae Zander looked around with a pale face, realizing everyone was watching her with schadenfreude.
Suddenly, a deep gleam flashed in her eyes, and she ran off, furious.
Sebastian Winn looked at the uniform on the floor, picked it up, and threw it directly into the trash can.
"Sister Claire, I’ll talk to Xiaocheng and get another piece later."
Claire Green suppressed the fierceness in her eyes and nodded in response.
...
"Wow, Julian, your family sure is low-key."
Mason Quinn sat sprawling on the sofa, exclaiming in surprise at the message Isabella Xyler sent in the group chat ten minutes ago.
"Indeed, no wonder he can perfectly avoid the correct answers, his grade manipulation matches Julian’s," George Xyler said with a faint smile at the man in front of them.
Julian Sia saw the message and couldn’t help but be speechless, it really was a big surprise for him.
No wonder Claire always claimed her grades were excellent. This perfect score on all subjects, no university even had anyone who could achieve that.
"Exactly, first it was Julian scoring exactly one hundred on every subject, not willing to go over by a single point, then there’s Claire Green filling the test paper and scoring zero, truly peas in a pod."
Mason Quinn tutted in amazement, both their personalities and actions were wild beyond belief.
As the words fell.
The two then saw that the curve on Julian Sia’s mouth grew deeper, instantly making them feel an aching numbness they couldn’t bear to watch.
"Julian, tone down the smile a bit."
Mason Quinn gestured teasingly.
Julian Sia gave him a faint glance, and Mason immediately went silent.
...
"Sister Claire, your phone’s ringing." John Sinclair heard the vibration and reminded.
Claire Green glanced at it, unhesitatingly hung up.
After a while.
A text message came in.
[Damn, why did you hang up on me?]
Claire Green’s posture was languid, slowly replying.
[In class.]
[...]
[What do you mean in class, do you think I’ll believe that?]
"Tsk."
Claire Green chuckled lightly upon seeing the message, threw her phone back into her pocket, and ignored it.
At this moment, the M.K website was buzzing because of something Old Cat said.
[Old Cat: Man, J actually told me he was attending class.]
[Nether Lord: What’s so shocking about that, considering he looks young, isn’t attending class normal.]
[I am a Sheep: A prodigy still a student but already thrashing us, it’s flipping our worldview!]
The person squatting in front of the computer froze at this statement, seemed to consider it true.
Only Victoria Windsor remained calm, suddenly flashing an inscrutable smile.
If they knew J’s skills weren’t just limited to computers, they might start questioning life!
...
"What’s up?"
Claire Green leaned against the railing, her lazy eyes gazing into the distance as she spoke calmly.
"What do you think, Thomas Skin agreed to what you mentioned last time, he needs you to come over."
Old Cat lay idly on the sofa, looking at the person across and spoke seriously on the phone.
Claire Green raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"
"It’s just that..." Old Cat’s words trailed off, then a rich, unfamiliar voice resonated.
"Hello, J, I’m Thomas Skin."
Claire Green replied indifferently and waited for him to continue.
Thomas Skin was briefly stunned but quickly responded, "We’re quite interested in the experiment you mentioned, but I think discussing it in person would be better."
"Fine, the patent fee goes up by another billion," Claire Green’s mouth curled mischievously, lightly swinging her dangling wrist.
What the heck?
For coming over, the patent fee hikes by a billion just like that, even the country’s president wouldn’t be so pricey.
Thomas Skin’s mouth twitched, eyeing the lazy person on the sofa, truly worthy of being a friend.
There was no sound on the other end, Claire Green wasn’t in a hurry, a flash of determination flitting through her eyes.
"Alright, so when are you coming," Thomas Skin asked, almost grinding his words through his teeth.
"Just wait," Claire Green’s voice was indifferent.
Thomas Skin incredulously stared at the hung-up call, could you really just discard after using?
"Is J always like this?"
Old Cat chuckled and nodded, not at all surprised.
Ever since they met J, they were always the ones having their calls ended.
"Your friend is just as cheeky as you."
Old Cat grinned, "Little brat, I’m your brother."
Thomas Skin sneered, "Now you remember you’re my brother, why didn’t you think of that when causing trouble."
Old Cat’s smile turned stiff, his face awkward, "Let’s not talk about past incidents."
It was just a few company systems hacked and some cooperation disrupted, is it necessary to hold onto them this long?