CHAPTER 73: CHAPTER 72: ENCHANT BAR, NAN FENG AND XI ZHOU

"What’s the matter, feeling down?" John Sinclair saw her silence and couldn’t help but snark.

Isabella Xyler glanced at him and then turned her head away.

Seeing this.

John Sinclair smirked and muttered under his breath, "Could she really be upset? What’s so good about that pretty boy."

Claire Green heard his muttering, and a hint of amusement appeared in her eyes. These two would have a lot to see in the future.

She glanced at Isabella Xyler in front and casually sent out a few words.

...

Collective Academy.

Edward Monroe sat on the ground, holding a bottle of wine and gulping it down, surrounded by scattered empty bottles.

Suddenly.

He looked down at the Weibo post he had sent and chuckled lowly, but as he laughed, he started to sob, like a trapped young beast.

No matter how talented a disfigured person is, they can never stand on the big stage again.

Just then.

A text message popped up.

[Nine o’clock, Enchant Bar.]

Edward Monroe looked at the text, slightly puzzled, guessing it was someone’s prank.

Just as he was about to put it aside, another message came in.

[If you want to keep singing, then come.]

He stared blankly at the words, his heart beginning to waver.

It wouldn’t hurt to go.

Click.

A man opened the door and came in, the smell of alcohol hitting him squarely in the face.

He frowned and complained as he walked, "Why are you drinking again, didn’t I tell you not to drink anymore?"

He bent down to pick up all the bottles, looking helplessly at the dazed Edward Monroe like a nagging mom.

"I’m talking to you."

Edward Monroe snapped back to reality, looking at the man in front of him, puzzled, "When did you arrive?"

The man rolled his eyes, teasingly said,

"While you were lost in space, tell me what you saw."

Edward Monroe rubbed his temples, utterly speechless, "What are you talking about? I was just thinking about something."

"Let’s hear it," the man said with interest, squeezing in beside him.

Edward Monroe was used to this and said in a low voice, "Someone asked me to go to Enchant Bar at nine o’clock and said if I want to continue singing, I should go."

After he finished speaking.

The man stared at him without blinking, right, drunk again.

Who arranges to discuss singing in a bar at night?

Seeing his disbelief, Edward Monroe showed him the text.

Upon seeing it, the man began to ponder.

It really is a bar.

What’s the person’s purpose in asking Monroe over?

"I’ll go with you," he couldn’t rest assured with Edward Monroe going out alone.

"Okay."

...

"Brother, I have something to do tonight," Claire Green casually said over the phone.

Julian Sia set aside his paperwork, chuckling, "Could it be that Claire is intentionally avoiding tutoring?"

Hearing this.

Claire Green raised an eyebrow, the curve at the corner of her lips barely noticeable.

She chuckled, her voice light and lazy, "Do I seem like that kind of person?"

"Well," Julian Sia leaned lazily against his chair, "remains to be seen."

Claire Green chuckled lightly, full of playfulness, "You can gradually assess that in time."

With that said.

She hung up the phone.

Julian Sia quietly looked at the phone, a trace of a smile appearing, intriguing the two people who just entered looking for him.

"Mr. Sia, what made you so happy? Share it with us."

Mason Quinn leaned over the table, looking at him expectantly.

"Why are you guys here," Julian Sia glanced at the two, the disdain in his voice evident.

Upon hearing this.

Mason Quinn immediately turned dramatic, clutching his chest with a heartbroken expression, speaking plaintively.

"Mr. Sia, how can you despise us? Have you forgotten we grew up together, I..."

"Shut up." Julian Sia shot him a cold glance.

Just one look, and Mason Quinn suddenly felt a chill down his spine, swallowing the rest of his words and returning to normal.

"The people from Iris Estate want to meet you."

George Xyler pulled out a chair and sat down, glancing at Mason Quinn with a smile, and spoke seriously.

"What for?" Julian Sia raised an eyebrow, his deep voice sounding.

"Of course, for the arms deal," Mason Quinn scratched his nose, sitting on the side.

"Tell them, ten times the price," Julian Sia said evenly.

Mason Quinn and the others shared a smirk, this was a refusal to meet.

...

As night fell, Edward Monroe and the man arrived at the bar together.

"Monroe, with so many people, how will you find him?"

The man stood at the entrance, looked around, then nudged the person next to him.

Edward Monroe wore a mask, lowered the brim of his hat, and said gloomily, "I don’t know either, the person didn’t respond when I messaged back."

"We won’t be tricked, right," the man had just finished speaking when they heard a faint female voice from behind.

"It’s not likely you’ll be tricked."

Claire Green wore a black mask, speaking casually.

Edward Monroe and the man started at the sound, turning to see a young-looking girl wearing a mask, gazing at them.

"It was you who messaged Monroe," the man looked her up and down skeptically.

Now he was more convinced Monroe had been fooled.

What could a girl who seemed not even twenty help him with?

"Is there a problem?" Claire Green said, her voice cool, "Follow me."

With that, she slipped her hands into her pockets and walked lazily past them.

"Ethan, should we follow?"

Edward Monroe turned his head, hesitating as he asked.

Ethan Song rubbed his chin, then hooked an arm around Monroe’s neck and followed.

"We’re already here; might as well see what she can do?"

The three of them found a corner and sat down.

Ethan Song couldn’t wait to start speaking rapidly, "Who are you, and how did you know Monroe’s number, what does that text message mean?"

Claire Green heard this, her eyebrows furrowed with irritation, coldly glancing over.

"You talk a lot."

Ethan Song’s mouth twitched, thinking quietly, I don’t know her, of course, I have many questions.

"Hello, what should I call you?" Edward Monroe removed his mask and spoke gently.

Looking at the scars on his face, Claire Green raised an eyebrow slightly.

He looks much better in person than in videos.

She drawled out a single letter lazily, "K."

Edward Monroe and Ethan Song exchanged a glance, seeing the confusion in each other’s eyes.

Is there such a person in the circle?

"How do you plan to help him," Ethan Song pushed aside his doubts and focused on the important question.

Claire Green didn’t spare him a glance, saying evenly, "Who is this?"

With that.

Edward Monroe realized he forgot to introduce and laughed awkwardly, "His name’s Ethan Song, my friend."

Claire Green heard this, her eyes curving with an ambiguous glint as she glanced at the two.

Breezily playful, "The south wind understands my heart and dreams of arriving in Monroe, nice."

At this, both were taken aback, instinctively looking at each other.

What were perfectly good names suddenly became slightly awkward when she said them.

Edward Monroe scratched his head, explaining, "Our families have been friends for generations; before we were born, our parents set us up as childhood mates.

Even the names were decided, but we ended up both being boys, so our parents said there’s no need to change them, and we’ve been close pals since childhood."

Claire Green heard this, her thin lips curling up, carelessly clicking her tongue, "No need to explain to me."