Chapter 88: Chapter 87: Probably Just Pretending, Agreed to Cooperate
The old cat was suddenly speechless, they were brothers after all, and now she was starting to threaten him.
After a few seconds of silence, he exhaled, "Let Thomas talk to you, he’s the company decision-maker."
Claire Green sneered slightly, "Suit yourself."
The old cat glanced at her, picked up the phone and called Thomas, explained the situation, and then hung up.
The two remained silent after that, the old cat had a lot he wanted to ask, but when he met Claire Green’s gaze, the questions got stuck in his throat, and it felt quite uncomfortable.
Claire Green looked at his expression, raised an eyebrow, "Just say if you want to go to the toilet."
The girl’s voice was a bit hoarse, with a trace of laziness.
The old cat was stunned for a moment, then said irritably, "Who told you I wanted to go to the toilet."
"That indescribable expression of yours," Claire Green teased, curling her lips at him.
What indescribable, it was clearly the expression of a thinker.
The old cat tried hard not to roll his eyes, snorted lightly, and said no more.
Not long after.
Thomas walked into the shop in a suit, attracting quite a bit of attention from the customers.
When someone recognized him, they couldn’t help but gasp and exclaim.
"Oh my god, it’s actually Thomas."
That sentence, like a pebble dropped into the water, caused a ripple.
"Is it the Thomas I think it is?"
"Do you think there’s a second Thomas around?"
"Oh my, he’s actually alive."
Hearing this, Thomas paused, and his expression froze, looking lightly with his gray pupils at the person who spoke.
What do you mean alive, did you think I was dead before?
The girl who spoke didn’t expect Thomas to look over and was momentarily at a loss.
After all, nothing is more awkward than having the subject of your discussion hear it.
"Explain, what do you mean by alive," Thomas raised an eyebrow, his magnetic voice suddenly ringing out.
The girl looked down, nervously fiddling with her clothing, and after a while, mumbled, "It’s just that I always saw you in the news before, never in person."
Thomas looked at the dark top of her head, somewhat dumbfounded, am I really that intimidating?
Not far away.
"Thomas has quite the charm," Claire Green remarked with interest, her lips forming a barely noticeable curve.
The old cat looked like ’you don’t understand,’ "What he’s doing now, he’s mostly faking it."
After speaking, like recalling something, he began speaking enthusiastically.
"Let me tell you, ever since childhood, Thomas was like this, once at a party a girl he liked was there, and to attract her attention, he pretended to be clueless and started chatting her up."
As soon as he finished speaking, his neck was suddenly choked by someone, a familiar voice came from above, "Brother, you remember clearly."
The old cat’s body stiffened, damn it, does this guy walk without making a sound?
"You... let go... of me," the old cat struggled to speak, patting the arm around his neck.
Seeing it was enough, Thomas leisurely let go of his arm, looking seriously at the person opposite, "You must be J, you look decent."
The old cat rubbed his neck, "You call this decent, are you sure your eyes are okay?"
This face of J’s is a focus wherever it goes.
Claire Green raised the tip of her eye, flashing a sly smile, "You’re not too shabby yourself."
The old cat realized.
So these two were just insulting each other.
Thomas paused, a spark of interest flashing deep in his eyes, an interesting person.
"You know why I’m here, 60 billion is fine for you, but the usage rights must be for ten years."
Thomas leaned back, folding his hands on the table, looking at the girl with a strong aura.
Claire Green had a faint smile on her lips, but her eyes were cold, "Ten years, you can dream, without me saying it you also know once it’s out, in two years you’ll earn more than just 60 billion."
Hearing this, Thomas chuckled softly, "Indeed, but what does that matter, as a businessman, I can’t spend so much money for just a two-year usage right."
Claire Green stood up nonchalantly, "Then there’s nothing to discuss, changing partners for the experiment is not impossible."
Seeing this, Thomas was a bit taken aback.
The old cat’s hand, hidden under the table, pinched him hard, then he laughed awkwardly, "Brother, don’t, let’s discuss this."
The pain brought Thomas back to his senses, he coldly stared at the old cat, "Are you sick?"
I think you are sick.
If it weren’t for the inappropriate setting, the old cat would have cursed at him loudly, didn’t we agree on the phone beforehand, now you’re causing trouble.
"Nothing to negotiate," Claire Green sneered lightly, turned and left.
As she left, the old cat couldn’t hold back, "Are you out of your damn mind? Didn’t I say before coming that if it doesn’t work just agree, then you’ll just make a formality."
Plus, what J said is true, there are many who want to collaborate on her experiment. The reason she chose their family must have something to do with him.
"I had no idea her temper was so big," Thomas rubbed his nose, knowing he messed up today.
The old cat gave him a look that said, ’Do you think I believe you?’ then resignedly said, "Fine, now the only thing to do is message her and agree."
Don’t ask why not call, with his understanding of J, calling her now she definitely wouldn’t pick up.
...
[J, we agree to the collaboration.]
Claire Green looked at the message on her phone, her lips slowly curled up, not at all surprised by this answer.
After turning off the message, she directly opened up a platform, sat cross-legged on the ground, propped her chin, and flipped through comments with interest.
[Author, is the murderer going to be the female lead?]
[I’ve been reading novels for ten years, this is the first I’ve read without feeling satisfied, when will the author update?]
[The plot is tight with many foreshadowings, it’s wonderful.]
After reading the comments, Claire Green’s brows and eyes relaxed slightly, she happily released all the Chapters from her drafts.
Suddenly, a video chat request popped up on WeChat.
Her eyes dimmed as she looked at the originator, unashamedly hitting decline.
On the other end of the phone call, the three people full of expectation looked at the on-screen reminder, and were left looking at each other.
John Sinclair, unwilling to give up, tried sending it again, with the expected result.
"Olivia is really cold-hearted," John Sinclair sighed.
"And really heartless," Sebastian Winn nodded, quickly adding.
After speaking, the two looked expectantly at Isabella Xyler, hoping she would say something too.
Isabella Xyler, feeling unnerved by their stares, furrowed her brow in thought for a moment, finally came up with a word.
"And really cute."
As soon as she spoke.
John Sinclair and Sebastian Winn rolled their eyes at her.
"Who uses cute as a criticism?"
Isabella Xyler pursed her lips, "You’re asking me to criticize Olivia, isn’t that asking the impossible?"
She was one of her biggest fans, since when do fans criticize their idols, anyway, she can’t.
"Olivia never takes us with her when she goes out, without her here, it feels so boring," John Sinclair laid on the table, looking listless.
"Exactly, didn’t notice before she came, but now that she’s here, it feels pointless doing anything without her," Sebastian Winn agreed, nodding.
Isabella Xyler looked amusedly at the two, "Come on, don’t make it sound like you can’t survive without Olivia."
Their only response was a dispirited hum from the two.