Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Master Jing’s Warning, Sister Qi: You Guys Are Useless
Julian Sia left her room with a smile at the corner of his lips. As soon as he stepped out, his expression turned dangerous.
A chilling pressure emanated from his entire body.
"Boss Julian, it couldn’t really have been her who did that to Jason Lynch, right?"
Mason Quinn eagerly spoke up as soon as he saw the man coming downstairs.
The man glanced at him indifferently and then commanded coldly, "Charles Jordan, go investigate the relationship between the Song Manor and Jason Lynch."
Claire Green wouldn’t hit someone for no reason unless that person had close ties to the Song Manor.
Charles Jordan nodded and quickly headed out with his phone.
Seeing this.
Mason Quinn and the others understood immediately, feeling a storm brewing inside them.
Damn.
They knew Claire Green was arrogant, but such a ruthless method was totally beyond what a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl would do.
George Xyler furrowed his brow, "Boss Julian, there’s something off about her situation."
The man played with a silver lighter, the flame flickering on and off. Hearing this, his deep voice carried a warning, "Do not mention this again."
As the words fell.
Julian Sia stood up, cast a glance around, and then returned upstairs.
Leaving the three in the living room looking at each other.
"George, what did you mean just now?" Caleb Green spoke calmly.
George Xyler shook his head, not voicing his assumptions.
Since Boss Julian had spoken, it was better for the two of them to resolve it themselves.
Caleb Green saw this, and his furrowed brow never relaxed.
"Let’s talk about it tomorrow; for now, let’s head back." Mason Quinn glanced around before stepping away.
In the dim room, the man lay on the bed, his eyes clear and bright.
Of course, he was aware of the issue George raised tonight.
Claire’s situation wasn’t something that developed overnight; it seemed Zeke Tuner needed to be called over.
...
"What did you say?"
Song Manor.
Dane Song, who was just about to lie down to sleep, suddenly received a phone call and immediately couldn’t sit still after hearing its contents.
"I didn’t expect something like this to happen either," Jason Lynch’s voice was heavy as he rubbed his temples on the other end of the call.
Dane Song cursed the fool in his heart, trying his best to suppress his anger, "Didn’t you notice if someone was tailing you when you went out?"
Damn it.
No wonder a fool like him never made it to the top; if not for my help from behind, he’d still be thinking of various ways now.
"I checked, and there were no suspicious vehicles or people."
Jason Lynch’s expression was unpleasant; the police had already checked all the way from him to the suburbs, and not a single suspect was found.
Hearing this.
Dane Song’s mind flashed with the mysterious person who had hacked into his computer—could it be related?
As he pondered, the phone call was suddenly cut short, and a video appeared.
Watching the video, an ominous feeling arose in his heart. Clicking to open it, a fierce stab into the shoulder flooded his vision.
He froze all over, his lips trembling as he watched the continuous outpour of blood on the screen. The video was edited, and he could only see the wound.
After the video finished, a line of text appeared.
[Mr. Song, do you like this small gift? Just wondering if Mr. Song will encounter the same situation later.]
"Bastard."
Seeing the words, Dane Song angrily kicked the sofa beside him, his voice hoarse.
His guess was indeed right; the person who took the account book was indeed that person.
And now they’ve sent him a threatening video.
Sammie Ziegler had just stepped out and heard his cursing, her face showing puzzlement.
"Why are you losing your temper again in the middle of the night?"
"Don’t ask things you shouldn’t."
Dane Song uttered dryly with a bad expression, tossing his phone aside.
Sammie Ziegler was momentarily stunned, looking at the sleeping man in disbelief. What did he mean by not asking things that shouldn’t be asked?
She was his wife, so why shouldn’t she be concerned about him?
Yet, in his state of both fear and anger, Dane Song wasn’t considering her feelings at all; his mind was a jumbled mess.
The people from M.K. still refused to take the order, and now that the account book had been taken, his heart would probably remain on edge.
Could this be what that person wanted to see?
...
Jason Lynch, watching his call being disconnected, suddenly wore a dark expression, realizing Dane Song was increasingly not giving him face.
Had they not been in the same boat, he wouldn’t have listened to Dane tonight and gone to see the account book, leading to all the subsequent events.
Just then.
The screen display on the computer before him abruptly changed, and a familiar conversation echoed in the room.
Jason Lynch’s face turned paler, as he grabbed the mouse to click off the recording on the screen, but it was unresponsive no matter what he did.
Bang.
In fury, he slammed the mouse onto the ground, "What the hell do you want?"
He yelled in frustration.
No sooner had he finished speaking.
A soft laugh rang out.
"Of course, to play games. A friendly reminder: the next round of cat and mouse is about to begin."
"Dammit, play games with someone else, why me?"
Jason Lynch shouted, his face pale as a sheet, but the voice did not speak again.
The bodyguards outside, hearing the commotion, rushed in, "Chief, is everything alright?"
"Get out," Jason Lynch threw something at them, "All of you, get out."
Seeing him lose his mind, the two bodyguards exchanged glances and quickly closed the door.
Soon enough.
Various shattering noises came from inside the room.
Jason Lynch smashed everything he could, yet the fear in his heart didn’t dissipate.
Seeing the states of the two people on the laptop screen, Claire Green’s crimson lips curled, the eerie light casting odd shadows on her face.
...
"Olivia, where were you yesterday? Grace seems to be looking for you."
Early in the morning, Isabella Xyler leaned on the girl’s desk, curiously watching her.
"Playing games." The girl didn’t even lift an eyelid, and succinctly replied.
Hearing this.
Isabella Xyler’s eyes turned wistful, "How come you didn’t include us in the game?"
We agreed to play PUBG as a squad, but you bowed out halfway through.
At this.
Claire Green finally lifted her eyelids, raising her eyebrows with no burden as she spoke, "Because you guys were too terrible back then."
The three of them had twitching lips, wanting to retort, but it was simply the truth.
"Don’t you think we’ve improved a lot now?"
Claire Green nonchalantly said: "If you mean by not dying immediately upon landing and hiding quietly in the grass as being skilled, then congratulations—you’ve become deities."
Sister Olivia, there was no need to say it out loud.
Sebastian Winn rubbed his forehead, his face slightly flushed.
"Sister Olivia, Grace asked for you to go find her."
Aaron Kerr returned to the classroom with homework in hand, immediately speaking as he saw the girl.
Judging by Grace’s demeanor, it seemed like something important.
The girl acknowledged with a hum, put her phone away, and walked out of the classroom.
...
In the office, Grace Carter was brooding, distracted by something when she suddenly heard a knock at the door, looking over immediately.
Seeing the girl, her face instantly lit up with a smile, "Claire Green, come over here."
Seeing Grace’s enthusiasm, Claire Green raised an eyebrow and walked over to sit down unceremoniously.
In response.
Grace Carter was already used to it. She understood wherever possible, this girl would never stand when she could sit.
"What’s up?"
Returning to her senses, Grace Carter handed a nearby file to her, signaling for her to open it.
Claire Green, relaxed in posture and with one leg crossed over the other, casually opened it and glanced through the contents, before tossing it aside.
"You want me to participate."
The International Math Olympiad, do I look that free?
Grace Carter nodded, "Exactly. Each school only has two spots, and the first choice among the teachers is you."
"I refuse."
The reply was as blunt as possible.
Grace Carter showed a look that said she expected this, "Think it over."
Finally.
She added, "Olivia Song from the first class is vying for the other spot."
Seeing right through her intentions, Claire Green gave her a playful stare for several seconds, "Fine, I’ll go."