Chapter 113: Chapter 103: Julian Sia’s Wealth and Power, Seventh Sister’s Frustration
"When do you plan to go there?"
After dropping someone off at the hotel, Old Cat asked abruptly.
Claire Green appeared nonchalant, "That depends on when Rowe makes his move."
Hearing this, Old Cat’s mouth twitched. Why did he feel J was looking forward to facing Rowe?
Could it be that fighting is addictive?
He secretly griped in his heart, but his face was grinning, "If you guys really get into a fight, remember to call me. I’ll join in for fun."
"I can entertain you right now," Claire Green’s gaze turned dangerous as she looked at him, her wrist turning slightly, her tone chilly.
Meeting her eyes, Old Cat’s spine suddenly chilled. He chuckled awkwardly twice, "Then let’s forget it. You rest well, I’ll take my leave."
As soon as he finished, not wanting to hear Claire Green’s reply, he swiftly drove away.
Watching the car disappearing fast, Claire Green sneered. With that courage, he still wants to join the fun?
Suddenly.
Seeing something unknown, Claire Green’s lips curved into a cold arc. She turned around and entered the hotel.
"Rowe, are you sure you want to do this?"
Not far away.
In a black Maserati, a man looked disapprovingly at the person in front of him.
"What is it, from your tone, seems like you don’t want to?" Ryan Rowe’s displeased voice sounded.
"No, it’s just that this might be too much. After all, the girl seems to have a significant relationship with Garfie."
The man denied it and continued, "The current relationship between your two families is already a bit delicate. If you upset Garfie over a girl, what if he goes crazy?"
Thomas Garfie’s temperament is notorious in the circle for being unpredictable. Despite his usual nonchalant demeanor, his madness is frightening.
Rowe’s pupils contracted slightly, then he snarled, "I don’t care. Before he goes crazy, I’ll destroy the girl. We’ll deal with the rest later."
Seeing his determination to go his own way, the man sighed helplessly. Well, let him be.
"Have someone watch her. Act once she leaves the hotel."
Rowe cast a sinister glance at the hotel one last time, then had the driver start the car to leave.
...
Looking at the video chat on the phone, Claire Green’s eyes couldn’t help but flick upward.
"Brother, if I remember correctly, it should be midnight over there. Why are you up so late, what’s on your mind?"
The playful tone in the girl’s cool voice was particularly clear.
Julian Sia looked at the girl in the video with smiling eyes, a beautiful curve appearing on his lips.
His deep teasing voice slowly sounded, "Over here, it seems Ah Jin has traveled abroad again; quite busy."
"Not as much as brother’s business," Claire Green smiled, "After all, Julian Sia’s wealth isn’t merely a joke."
She wasn’t wrong in saying this.
In terms of wealth, no one can compete with Sia Manor; in terms of power, probably no one can rival either.
Hearing the girl’s words, Julian Sia was momentarily speechless, his prominent Adam’s apple moving up and down somewhat seductively, as a joyful laughter escaped his lips.
"When did Ah Jin start saying such things?"
"Isn’t it the truth?"
Claire Green leaned back, looking at the man quite nonchalantly.
Julian Sia coughed with a smile, and brought up the important matter, "Yu Chen checked the orphanage, Ah Jin, do you have that birthmark?"
The man’s previously casual tone suddenly became deep and serious.
Claire Green looked at him for two seconds, then chuckled lightly, a cold ambiguity flashed in her eyes.
"Didn’t expect brother to be so kindhearted one day. The birthmark, indeed, I have it. But so what?"
"You know."
The man’s words were not a question but a certainty.
"With Young Master Green, it’s hard not to know," Claire Green sneered.
That day’s coincidence, later bored, she conducted her own test, and the results were self-evident.
Julian Sia asked softly, "Ah Jin, is this your answer?"
"I gave him the answer at the very beginning," Claire Green’s voice was faint.
The original owner suffered and grieved for seventeen years, although the Green Estate was unaware, the wounds endured couldn’t be made up for.
Not to mention how she ended up at the orphanage door, the soul inside this body was no longer the person they were looking for.
"I understand," Julian Sia, even through the screen, could feel the girl’s displeasure at this moment, his eyes darkened, he spoke softly.
Claire Green’s expression was not as lazy as usual; there was a hint of irritation between her brows, "Brother, just tell him the truth, I’m hanging up."
Watching the phone’s screen going dark, Julian Sia wasn’t angry at all; instead, his deep eyes were filled with indulgence.
He raised an eyebrow, was Ah Jin throwing a fit at him?
It was a first time.
...
After ending the video, Claire Green’s irritation deepened.
She wasn’t the original owner, but she had the original’s memories, naturally knowing how much she longed for her biological parents.
Why did it have to be the Green Estate?
Feeling her own resistance, Claire Green mocked herself, clearly two entirely different Green Estates, yet she couldn’t let go of the grudge in her heart.
"Heh."
A cold laugh escaped her lips as she left the room enveloped in a chill.
Outside the hotel.
Seeing the girl come out, the man stationed there immediately sent a message and quietly followed.
Detecting the presence behind her, Claire Green’s eyes turned filled with hostility. If they wanted to die, why shouldn’t she fulfill that wish?
Before long.
She directly turned into an alley, the man following her unhesitatingly, only to be stunned on the spot.
Claire Green stood with one foot against the wall, a cigarette between her fingers emitting smoke, surrounded by cold air.
"Alone."
Claire Green slightly raised her eyelids, her eyes like a cold pool looking over, her voice low with an unclear meaning.
The man quickly regained his composure, "You know what I intend to do."
"I don’t know," Claire Green smiled meaningfully, "But I know what I want to do?"
Her words fell.
The man hadn’t reacted before he was kicked to the ground.
Claire Green looked down at the man, bending slightly, her lips curling into a cold smile.
"While fighting, what are you thinking about."
The man clutched the place he was kicked, a vicious look on his face, "Why aren’t you all making a move yet."
With his words.
Four or five thugs appeared at both ends of the alley, each holding a sharp knife filled with killing intent, looking at the girl.
Claire Green scanned the area, her eyes filled with a more pronounced bloodthirsty emotion.
Without any unnecessary words, she swiftly approached one, catching the downward force with one hand, causing the knife to fall instantly.
Claire Green caught it coolly, her whole being effortlessly took down the thugs’ attacks, and soon, cries of pain echoed in the alley.
Looking at the men on the ground, Claire Green let the knife in her hand slowly graze over a few of them, her voice was soft, but what she said made them involuntarily tremble.
"Guess, what would happen if I slashed down with one strike here?"
Without waiting for them to speak, she chuckled lightly, "Blood would probably gush out, really want to see that."
Upon hearing, the thugs began to tremble, not caring about their injuries, they crawled backward despite the pain.
Claire Green watched them with interest, a bunch of useless people, Rowe still held her in high regard.
"Speak, what does he plan for you to do?"
"Mr. Rowe wants us to cripple you and then send you to the hotel. After that, he’ll have someone come over..." The man couldn’t wait to disclose everything.
As for what that someone would do, he dared not say.
Hearing this.
Claire Green’s eyes flashed with a chill, her red lips curled slightly.
Crippling me, huh, that’s quite an idea.