CHAPTER 169: CHAPTER 169: JOHN SINCLAIR: HOW ABOUT GIVING THE GIFT BACK TO ME? DRAKE WHITE’S WARNING

"Claire Green, who are you calling a peacock?"

Olivia Song stared furiously at the girl’s retreating figure and yelled.

What responded to her was the sight of Claire Green disappearing around the corner.

Bang.

In anger, she kicked over a nearby trash can. Just as she was about to enter the restroom, Claire Green’s words suddenly echoed in her mind.

Suddenly.

Unable to hold back, a dry heave escaped her mouth.

Originally intending to use the restroom, she turned and left instead.

...

"Claire, hurry, hurry, let’s continue the game."

John Sinclair, who had been listlessly brushing up on questions, immediately tossed his pen aside when he saw the girl return and eagerly opened the game.

Isabella Xyler and Sebastian Winn sitting in the front row also looked at the girl with anticipatory eyes.

"Looks like you’re done with your questions. Let me see them."

Claire Green raised an eyebrow and spoke casually.

As soon as she finished speaking.

Isabella Xyler and Sebastian Winn quickly turned their heads and sat up, feigning ignorance.

John Sinclair, who had been so enthusiastic a moment ago, now felt troubled at her words. With so many questions, how could he finish them quickly?

As luck would have it.

The sound effects of the game suddenly blared, startling John Sinclair into hastily shutting the device down.

He smiled sheepishly, "Claire, can’t we just not talk about it?"

These days, he was living in fear of being controlled by homework and was even writing questions in his sleep, driving himself crazy.

"What do you think?" Claire Green asked lazily, "After taking your old man’s gift, I have to care for you guys a bit."

Upon hearing this, John Sinclair seemed relieved, "How about you return the gift to me, and then we play a game?"

Pfft.

Sebastian Winn, listening to John Sinclair’s reckless statement, couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

People have heard of giving gifts, but asking for them back is unheard of.

John Sinclair really is something special.

Isabella Xyler facepalmed speechlessly, wondering if this guy would die without playing games?

Mr. Sinclair would probably kick John out if he knew his carefully chosen gift was being asked back by his son.

"Wanna play a game?"

Claire Green looked at him with ambiguous eyes and asked.

Seeing that she wasn’t angry at his earlier words, John Sinclair nodded eagerly.

So, did that mean there was hope for gaming with Claire?

However.

As soon as he thought this, he heard the girl speak coolly.

"Sure, when you can defeat me, you can play as much as you like."

John Sinclair looked at the girl in disbelief, seeing not a trace of humor on her delicate face.

So Claire was serious.

With her strength, defeating her was next to impossible.

Forget it, better to focus on brushing up questions earnestly.

Defeating Claire in this lifetime seemed like a dream.

With a long sigh, John resigned himself to writing questions.

The group in Class Six was engrossed in observing when the girl suddenly glanced around and spoke slowly.

"You guys are the same; if you think you can ever defeat me, you won’t have to write questions either."

Everyone was dumbfounded and quickly retorted.

"No, I love writing questions; no one can separate me from them."

"How can one not relish such a happy task of writing questions? John doesn’t know how lucky he is."

"Don’t worry, Claire, we have no intention of not writing questions."

Yeah right, if even John couldn’t defeat Claire, those of them who were weaker shouldn’t even think about it.

Besides, they were planning to follow Claire to the same university. If they didn’t improve their grades now, they’d regret it later.

Seeing them quietly returning to their questions, a hint of a smile appeared in Claire’s fine brows and eyes.

Every parent wishes their son to be a dragon and their daughter a phoenix; that’s what she saw in the eyes of these people’s parents that day.

...

[Neighbor Wang: Big shots, I’ve suddenly got a big job offer. I’m torn on whether to take it.]

Neighbor Wang’s message on the M.k website quickly piqued everyone’s curiosity.

The lurkers began to appear.

[I am a Sheep: What’s there to hesitate about? It’s a big job, go for it.]

[Mom Wants Me to Study: You’re seriously considering passing on easy money practically in hand?]

[Drake White: Tell us what’s in the deal so we can see what has you conflicted.]

[Neighbor Wang: The client is Song Group. They said a hacker broke into the CEO’s computer yesterday and left a threatening and arrogant message.]

[Drake White: So, and that’s it?]

[Neighbor Wang: They didn’t say what the message was, just wanted me to find the hacker, but what he said left me unsure.]

Old Cat was watching the conversation disinterestedly when those words grabbed his attention.

[Garfield: What did he say? Let’s hear it.]

Neighbor Wang hadn’t expected that his comment would draw out two big shots, suddenly feeling flattered.

[Neighbor Wang: Since the traces of the hack weren’t erased, they tried counter-hacking, yielding only thousands of virtual IPs.]

[Spirit Fox: How come this sounds a lot like someone I know?]

[Bluebird: Only ever seen one person using that many virtual IPs till now.]

[Neighbor Wang: I’m also feeling this resembles what J does, so I’m hesitating.]

Watching them guess back and forth, Old Cat sneered. He could bet anything this was J’s doing.

But.

Why was she hacking Song Group?

Seeing this, Drake White took out his phone and dialed a number.

The call was quickly answered.

"Hey, sis, is that Song Group thing your doing?"

His voice was still rugged and bright, striking to hear.

"Yeah," the girl replied softly, "what, have they come to you for it?"

"No, they contacted Old Wang, but he thinks it resembles your work and is still undecided."

"Let them know that whoever dares to take the Song Group’s job will have to deal with me personally."

The girl’s seemingly indifferent words had a chilling undertone that could freeze the soul.

Usually laidback, Drake’s expression changed upon hearing this, and he spoke heavily, "Do you have a grudge with Song Group? Need a brother’s help?"

Hearing his willingness to ride into battle at her word, Claire Green was somewhat speechless.

"No need, just a small Song Group."

After hearing that, Drake pondered. True, with J’s skills, taking down Song Group would be child’s play; it was he who was overly worried.

"Alright then, let us know if you need anything."

"Okay."

After ending the call, Drake posted a stern warning on M.K, and the ordinary members became as silent as cicadas in winter.

[Drake White: My sis says if anyone touches Song Group’s job, she’ll personally have a talk with them. So, if I find out anyone double-dealing, don’t blame me for blasting them.]

All members of the M.K website knew that Drake wasn’t joking. After all, his identity as an arms dealer wasn’t a secret.

After a brief silence.

The chat quickly filled with comments again.

[Neighbor Wang: With J’s warning, who’d dare take it?]

[Mom Wants Me to Study: So it really was J who did it. No worries, boss; anything related to Song Group is off my list.]

Victoria Windsor, having just finished her tasks, logged in to find the chat exploding with messages, and slightly furrowed her brows.

She reread from the beginning, and doubt began to grow—J wasn’t known for stirring trouble. Although not great, Song Group was a top-tier family in Bayne City. There’d been no word of them offending the young girl.

All of a sudden.

She recalled a joke she had heard earlier, where the wife of Song Group’s CEO had been publicly humiliated by an adopted daughter. A bold hypothesis began to form in her mind.

In the same Bayne City, attending school as well.

If J were that adopted daughter, things would indeed get interesting.

"J, you’ve hidden yourself well."