Chapter 171: Chapter 171: Do I Look Like I Need Money? John Sinclair’s Confession
Bayne City.
Claire Green looked at the message on her phone, her lips unconsciously curling into a smile.
Just then, Isabella Xyler, who had turned her head, saw her. She gave a teasing smile, "Olivia is smiling so dreamily, is it because Mr. King is coming back?"
She had received news from her brother earlier that morning that they would be returning to Bayne City today.
"If you’re blind, go get it treated."
The girl reined in her smile, glanced at her indifferently, and spoke coolly.
Upon hearing this, Isabella Xyler pouted. She admitted she might have exaggerated a bit just now, but it was still true that Claire smiled.
Suddenly.
She glanced at the empty seat next to her, asking curiously, "Where did John Sinclair and the others go?"
"Missing John Sinclair?" Claire Green raised an eyebrow, "Call him and ask."
Being exposed, Isabella Xyler stammered in rebuttal, "I... I... wasn’t."
She was just curious, yes, that’s all.
Seeing her face flush like a cooked lobster, Claire Green couldn’t help but find it amusing and pinched her cheek.
And she had to admit, it felt pretty good.
"Want me to show you what you look like now?"
With her hand pinching Isabella’s cheek, her voice was lazy with a hint of huskiness.
Feeling the light pressure on her face, Isabella Xyler stared blankly at Claire, wondering what was going on with Olivia?
Why was she getting her face pinched?
When John Sinclair and Sebastian Winn returned to the classroom, they saw the usually nonchalant leader now propping her face with one hand and pinching Isabella Xyler’s cheek with the other.
The most surprising part was the glimpse of tenderness on her face.
So, did something happen between Olivia and Bella while they were gone?
As they got closer, they saw Isabella Xyler’s big eyes brimming with tears, her face red as if she had a fever.
What’s going on?
John Sinclair and Sebastian Winn exchanged glances, both puzzled.
"Olivia, what’s going on with you two?"
Asked Sebastian Winn with some difficulty; after all, the scene today was hard to misinterpret.
"What do you think?"
The girl retracted her hand, smiling meaningfully.
Seeing this.
John Sinclair was stunned. Could it be that Olivia handles both genders and has even won over Bella?
That was supposed to be his future wife. How could Olivia eat the grass at the edge of the nest?
He looked at the girl with a suddenly grievance-filled gaze, "Olivia, can we act more appropriately?"
Claire Green gave a mysterious "Hmm", "What’s wrong with me?"
You seduced my future wife.
This sentence John Sinclair only dared to think in his heart, fearing that if he said it out loud, Olivia would give him a beating.
Thinking of this, he glared at Isabella Xyler as if accusing her of being a heartbreaker.
Isabella Xyler rubbed her face, baffled by his glare and a bit angry, "Why are you glaring? Are we seeing who has bigger eyes?"
"Did I glare at you? I don’t think so." John Sinclair shrugged, looking at her as if asking what she was talking about.
"John Sinclair, are you crazy!" Isabella Xyler got up in anger to hit him, but ended up with nothing.
"If you want to hit me, catch me first, then you can hit as you like."
Saying this, John Sinclair immediately ran out.
Watching the two leave, Claire Green smiled mischievously, feeling no guilt at all for the wars she incited.
Sebastian Winn covered his face, helplessly commenting, childish John, and the proud Bella, a perfect match.
...
"J, someone is looking for you from over at F Continent?"
Victoria Windsor’s voice came through the phone.
Claire Green leaned against the corridor, hearing her words, her gaze sharpened slightly, responding nonchalantly, "Looking for me?"
"To be precise, they’re looking for Emma White. Heard the boss of Hyacinth Manor got injured."
Upon hearing this.
Claire Green chuckled lightly, "If they’re injured, see a doctor. My hands aren’t made for carrying or heavy lifting, going to F Continent is too dangerous."
Could you speak properly?
Are you sure you’re talking about yourself when you say you can’t carry or lift?
Back then, who was it that used a knife so ruthlessly to threaten her sister? Such actions couldn’t be done without having seen blood.
Victoria Windsor’s mouth twitched slightly, a smile climbing up her face, "So you’re refusing."
Who would have thought?
The girl sighed seemingly, "I can’t help it, if I go to F Continent with this little body, I might just hang up there."
The casual words carried a chill in her voice.
F Continent has never been peaceful, trying to get her over there was just a diversion.
"Seems like that ten billion diagnosis fee won’t have anything to do with our Emma White." Victoria Windsor understood the underlying meaning in her words but couldn’t resist making a joke.
Will our little-statured J grow big for ten billion?
"Ten billion? Tell them to cover him with a white cloth and send him off then."
F Continent, she currently has no interest in getting involved.
If caught by that man, her identities would be stripped bare.
"Tsk, has the boss changed? She doesn’t love money." Victoria Windsor teased with a laugh.
Hearing this.
Claire Green’s lips curled, speaking playfully, "Do I look like someone who lacks money?"
Victoria Windsor, after hearing this, promptly hung up.
Afraid that any more talk and her mouth might twitch out of shape.
Not lacking money? J can say this seriously?
Back then, she exposed her own whereabouts for one billion, and now she says she’s not short of money?
After being hung up on, Claire Green didn’t get angry but chuckled softly; indeed, recently, she wasn’t short of money.
...
"John Sinclair, stand still."
Hearing the gasping voice of the girl behind him, John Sinclair immediately stopped, waiting for her.
"Don’t run, I’ll stay here and not move. You just walk over slowly."
He reminded her, with a gentle look in his eyes.
Too tired to notice any of this, Isabella Xyler ran over, giving him a hard kick before smiling in satisfaction.
"Happy now?" John Sinclair took out a tissue to wipe her sweat, "You’re really serious about this, aren’t you tired from running?"
Isabella Xyler, stunned by his actions, pouted at his words, "Didn’t you say that if I caught you, I could hit you as I pleased?"
John Sinclair paused before bursting out in laughter. He reached out and tapped her forehead lightly, "Aren’t you always saying you’re smart? Just think, normally, you hit me without me running."
Hearing this, Isabella Xyler’s brain kicked into high gear. Yes, normally, when he doesn’t run, she hits him, so why did she run until she was exhausted to catch him?
Seeing her expression change, John Sinclair quickly spoke, "Let me take you somewhere."
With that.
Without caring whether Isabella Xyler agreed or not, he took her hand and ran out of the school gate, randomly catching a taxi and giving an address.
"Holywood Mansion."
Isabella Xyler glanced at their clasped hands, blinking, not quite processing.
After a moment.
She spoke quietly, "Shouldn’t you let go of my hand? Also, why are we going to Holywood?"
Hearing her, John Sinclair finally noticed their hands were still linked, quickly withdrawing them, scratching his head awkwardly.
"You’ll find out when we get there."
The awkward yet ambiguous atmosphere enveloped them.
The taxi driver glanced at them in the rearview with a knowing smile.
Ah, to be young.
...
Holywood Mansion was in the center of Bayne City, and at this hour, the crowd was at its peak.
As soon as they got out of the car, Isabella Xyler barely took a breath before a hand seized hers again.
"You..."
She barely started speaking when John Sinclair cut in, "Too many people, afraid you’ll get lost."
I’m not a three-year-old, how would I get lost?
Unconvinced, Isabella Xyler glared at him but didn’t pull her hand back, letting him hold it.
Until they reached the top floor of the building, seeing everything inside, she froze on the spot.
The previously empty rooftop was now filled with flowers, a floral carriage fit for a princess, girlishly charming balloons, and her photos with smiles and laughter.
No matter how slow-witted she was, she finally clued in now. She looked at the person beside her in shock, only to find their hands had already separated at some point.
John Sinclair stood in the center, sweaty palms from nervousness, cleared his throat, speaking earnestly.
"Bella, you’re the first girl I’ve liked and the last. I don’t know how others confess, or if you’ll like this setup.
I originally intended to tell you after the exams finished, but I couldn’t wait. I want to say I like you. Would you be willing to be my girlfriend?"