Chapter 110: Chapter 109: New Experimental Data, Sister Qi Kicks Someone
"It’s done," the old cat looked at the girl who walked out the door, raised his eyebrows and said, "Coffee, full sugar."
Claire Green had been doing experiments all night. Her delicate eyes were slightly red, showing some fatigue. She lowered her eyes to look at the coffee in front of her and took it impolitely for a sip.
"Let them try again."
Claire Green tilted her chin toward the lab, her husky voice conveying a tone that brooked no refusal.
Once the words were spoken.
The old cat grinned with a reassuring expression, "You take a break first, I’ll let them try according to your changes."
Claire Green murmured softly, found a random spot, and propped her face with one hand to catch up on sleep.
Seeing this, even the old cat’s footsteps became lighter. He pointed at a few people and spoke in a low voice.
"You guys go and experiment," he paused, "remember to keep the noise down."
The few looked at each other, then, as if to commit a theft, carefully entered Claire Green’s lab.
The others watching couldn’t help but want to laugh but had to hold back when they met the old cat’s eyes.
Not long after.
A few people walked out, still shocked.
"Old Lloyd, how was it?"
Nearby, a girl saw their reaction and asked curiously.
"The sensory experiment was successful, and the feeling was incredibly real." Edward Lloyd remembered the feeling he had just personally experienced, looking with admiration at someone catching up on sleep.
As soon as he spoke.
Everyone else was even more curious, eager to experience it themselves.
After all, Edward Lloyd was the most outstanding graduate of Southlind University, excelling in both physics experiments and computer science, and now he admired a girl younger than him, proving her abilities far surpassed his.
"Big Shot, tell us, where did you meet such a master?"
Suddenly.
Someone turned their gaze to the old cat, hoping to get some answers from him.
The old cat scanned around, suddenly smiling, "Of course, she was attracted by my talent and insisted on being friends with me..."
Before he could finish, a cool and ambiguous laugh sounded behind him.
"Really? Turns out you have talent."
Claire Green’s voice emerged, and the old cat froze instantly, revealing a look of embarrassment.
This girl, waking up precisely as he was bragging—this must have been calculated.
Everyone in the lab couldn’t help but stifle their laughter at his social death moment.
"I am, after all, the eldest of the Skin family, how could I not have talent."
The old cat coughed lightly, speaking righteously.
Claire Green’s lips curled slightly, her tone sounding lazy, "I thought such things had nothing to do with you."
"Are you deliberately provoking me!" The old cat followed behind her, staring at her in annoyance.
Watch the two’s disappearing figures; everyone shrugged in mutual understanding, having to say their thoughts coincided in some aspects.
"Alright, everyone continue with the next part of the work. I have a hunch that this experiment will shock the world."
Edward Lloyd handed the revised experimental data from Claire Green to them, then returned to his position to start working.
Seeing this, everyone exchanged smiles, who could deny it?
...
"J, where are you planning to go next? Do you want me to take you touring?"
The old cat was driving the car, glancing at the girl and suggested.
"Whatever," Claire Green replied indifferently.
Soon, the old cat drove directly to M Country’s most bustling street, also the most central circle.
"There’s a pretty good racetrack here. Are you interested in taking a look?"
Racing?
Claire Green raised her eyebrows, a trace of interest in her eyes, casually saying, "Old cat, seeing you come here quite often, huh."
The old cat chuckled defiant, "You know, I have no interest in managing the family and the company, so in leisure, I could only find fun for myself."
"Tsk," Claire Green’s red lips quirked up, "It’s lucky Kent Skin took over; otherwise, it’d be tough for your legs."
Listening to her, the old cat’s mouth twitched violently, wondering if she hadn’t refuted his background thoroughly.
Exactly, when he refused to inherit the family and company, his father was angry enough to want to sever their father-son relationship, knowing he loved nonsense, directly uttering a harsh threat: behave as an heir or risk your legs getting broken.
Being naturally rebellious, the old cat got provoked by his father and directly ran away, dumping the burden on Kent.
"J, I think we should still keep some little secrets for each other, what do you say?" The old cat spoke with meaning.
Listening to his words.
Claire Green lifted her eyebrows, lazily responding, "Why, isn’t this kind of thing notorious on M.K?"
Not to that extent.
The old cat led her with a face of mild dejection to a skyscraper.
Looking at the building in front of her, Claire Green’s eyes and brows were slightly tilted, leisurely asking, "Is the racetrack built inside? Is it backed by Eli or Ryan?"
"The Ryan family, you surely know that politics in M Country can’t be separated from the major families. Building such a large club in this center circle wouldn’t be possible without their approval."
During their conversation, a crowd slowly walked toward them.
Until they face each other, the man heading the opposite bunch jeered, "Who would come here? It’s the runaway from the Skin family. How, surprisingly, do you have elegance to come to my place today."
As soon as he spoke, the group beside him burst into mocking laughter, all eyes full of ridicule.
"Ryan Rowe, if you’re not a runaway person, then where are you proving yourself as an heir?"
The old cat smiled instead of getting angry, his voice chilly yet playful.
Ryan Rowe’s smile vanished immediately, his hands clenching tightly. He still dared to mention it; without him, the present heir title in the Ryan family wouldn’t have ended up with that illegitimate child.
"Thomas Skin, you’re courting death."
With those words, Rowe launched a fierce palm wind, but was suddenly kicked away by someone.
Claire Green slowly retracted her foot, her voice lightly icy, "Sorry, slipped foot."
Who slips a foot like this?
Everyone’s face twitched as they turned to look in the direction of her voice, only then noticing the masked girl beside the old cat.
The old cat was stunned by the scene, but warmth flowed through his heart; he understood that J had kicked Rowe because of him.
Ryan Rowe stared gloomily at the girl as though trying to see her through the mask.
After a while, he spoke sinisterly, "Do you know who I am? Dare to kick me; believe me, I won’t let you leave M Country."
"Low intelligence shouldn’t speak," Claire Green’s eyes flashed coldly, "It’s the 21st century now. Playing royal power games with me, haven’t woken up?"
"You damn..." Rowe was about to swear when suddenly met with a pair of lifeless eyes.
Just one look had him feeling as if choked, struggling to breathe.
"Don’t pay him any mind; his low intelligence is renowned in the circle," the old cat scoffed at the befuddled man, "Let’s go inside."
Claire Green withdrew her gaze lightly, responded softly, her aura icy, following the old cat into the building.