CHAPTER 74: CHAPTER 73: THE ORIGIN OF THE SCARS, TOP-TIER LYRICS AND COMPOSITION

Edward Monroe’s mouth stiffened slightly. Helplessly, he looked at the girl opposite him, thinking silently.

If it weren’t for that meaningful expression of yours, I wouldn’t have to explain.

"Can we discuss business now?" Ethan Song spoke again.

Claire Green glanced over, the corners of her lips lifting slightly. With a lazy demeanor, she said, "Mind explaining how you got the scars?"

As soon as the words were spoken.

Edward Monroe’s face turned pale. He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but the words were stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

Ethan Song’s face darkened, his cold eyes fixed on Claire Green.

During this time, everyone avoided mentioning the scars on Edward’s face, fearing it would touch upon his pain.

Yet this person wanted to know what happened.

"Does this have anything to do with you helping him?"

Ethan Song pursed his lips, speaking in an unpleasant tone.

Claire Green took in their expressions completely, lifting her eyebrows slightly, a faint, subtle curve on her lips.

"Yes, who knows if your scars are man-made or accidental." Her voice carried a barely noticeable chill.

Hearing this.

The two immediately understood that if it was man-made and she was to help, she’d offend others.

In a moment, Ethan Song fell silent, looking worriedly at the person beside him.

Edward Monroe sensed his emotions, offering a comforting smile, then turned his head, his usually gentle voice now slightly hoarse.

"It was man-made," a trace of fear quickly flashed in his eyes, "have you ever heard of the Yong Company?"

Yong Company?

Claire Green raised an eyebrow.

"Mm," she nodded, "please continue."

"That day, I had just finished an event and was about to leave when someone stopped me backstage. The person was full of vulgarities, demanding my company.

Of course, I refused and decided to ignore him. Unexpectedly, he suddenly grabbed my arm, pressing himself towards me.

I started warning him, but the person just laughed, claiming he was the eldest son of the Yong Company. In the struggle, I accidentally kicked his crotch, angering him.

In his rage, he told me, ’You like singing, don’t you? I’ll make sure you never perform on stage again,’ and then slashed my face with something."

Edward Monroe recounted briefly, but undeniably, this incident had etched an indelible scar in his heart.

Hearing this again, Ethan Song’s heart sank, his hand suddenly clenched on the table, veins popping, shouting in fury, "One day, I’ll cripple that bastard."

"Don’t be impulsive," Edward Monroe said softly.

A flash of coldness swept through Claire Green’s eyes, a chill emerging.

Just as nauseating as the Song family.

"Do you still want to help me now?" Edward Monroe asked.

"Yong Company, what a joke," Claire Green’s eyes were arrogant, her voice cold.

Having said that.

She casually took a crumpled paper from her pocket and tossed it to Edward Monroe.

Seeing the paper ball in his arms, both Edward Monroe and Ethan Song couldn’t help but frown deeply.

Before they could say anything, they heard the girl’s calm voice, "Open it and see."

Edward Monroe slowly opened the paper ball, and lyrics and melody came into view. After reading it, he looked up in astonishment.

"You wrote this?"

"Is there a problem?" Claire Green leisurely swirled the glass in her hand, lazily crossing her legs.

There was a huge problem indeed.

As a singer, Edward Monroe had a profound understanding of words.

This piece of lyrics and melody he was holding, he could confidently say it was award-worthy.

But the fact that it was written by a seemingly small girl left him shocked.

Ethan Song, curious about Edward’s reaction, took the paper ball over. Upon seeing it, he showed the same expression.

Simultaneously, he couldn’t help but feel speechless that such an excellent piece was crumpled like waste paper.

"Are you sure you want to give me this fantastic song?" Edward Monroe asked expectantly.

Claire Green replied with a faint "Mm."

Edward Monroe’s eyes lit up for a brief moment, then dimmed again, his expression turning despondent.

What good are great lyrics and melodies when Yong Company had already stated its position, and his face was like this? What right did he have to sing?

Claire Green immediately saw through his thoughts and spoke calmly, "Yong Company won’t be around for long, given your current situation."

Mm?

Edward Monroe looked at her in confusion, "Why?"

"Cleaning out fair-weather friends will be more beneficial for your development." Claire Green hinted in her words.

Edward Monroe understood that she referred to those people on social media declaring they would unfollow him, and couldn’t help but smile.

"When would be the best time to release the song?" Ethan Song asked a key question.

You said Yong Company won’t be around; okay.

You said to clean out the fair-weather friends; fine.

But why not mention the most crucial part?

"When the time is right, I’ll let you know," Claire Green said, setting down her untouched glass and getting up to leave.

Watching her departing figure, the two looked at each other.

"I always feel she’s a bit dangerous," Ethan Song said thoughtfully.

Edward Monroe heard this, tapping him, "What nonsense. She’s just a little girl; how could she be dangerous?"

Ethan Song pouted, wondering what kind of little girl would boldly claim the Yong Company was finished and casually give top-notch lyrics and melodies to Edward.

"I’m suddenly a bit curious about the face behind her mask."

"It probably isn’t much to look at; otherwise, why wear a mask?"

"Are you implying something about me?"

"How could I be? Absolutely not, you look the best among those who wear a mask."

...

Claire Green had just reached the entrance of the bar when she saw three familiar figures approaching not far away, her steps pausing.

The world is indeed small.

Without thinking, she turned and quickly walked in another direction.

...

"Boss Julian, I think that’s your girl," Mason Quinn, sharp-eyed, spotted someone and joked with the man beside him.

Julian Sia’s eyes flashed with a hint of amusement.

Ah Jin said she had something to do, which was coming to the bar. No wonder she left when she saw him.

Mason Quinn rubbed his chin, "But why did she turn around and leave? I’m sure she saw us."

"Probably afraid of someone," George Xyler said with a smile, hinting as he looked at Julian Sia.

Mason Quinn exclaimed, tutting, "She has fears too."

Julian Sia’s lips curled slightly, and he casually dialed the phone.

"Ah Jin, where are you?"

Claire Green’s eyes flickered; without any panic, she replied, "Discussing business."

Upon hearing this.

Julian Sia drew out his word with an ambiguous tone, "Discussing business in a bar? Now I’m curious."

Claire Green rubbed her forehead, knowing something was amiss with this call.

"Come out," Julian Sia chuckled.

Claire Green, holding the phone, slowly emerged from one side of the corner. Upon seeing the man at the door, she couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty.

"Good evening, Brother."

Julian Sia raised an eyebrow. "It really is a good evening. Without any tutoring tonight, Ah Jin must be very happy."

Claire Green paused, her eyes lifting slightly, her lips parting subtly, "How could that be? I very much look forward to drawing with you, Brother."

In an instant.

Julian Sia let out a soft laugh, his eyes deep with meaning.

His voice was lazy, "Really? Then let’s go back and draw well later."

"..." There’s no need to take it seriously.

Seeing this, both Mason Quinn and George Xyler started low-voiced complaints.

"Here we go again, and once more, I’m the third wheel."

"Can’t those two consider the feelings of the single?"

Claire Green curled her lips, "What’s there for the singles to feel?"