"Wow, the senior's speech was so impressive."
"Yeah, didn't you see the faces of the directors, they looked so dark."
"Seeing the senior in person today, I feel she's not like the person described in the posts."
After Thomas Ziegler and a few directors left angrily, the crowd instantly became lively, and discussions erupted continuously.
Hearing the praises for Claire Green, Olivia Song's fingers clenched tightly, her face turning very unpleasant.
"Olivia, what's wrong? Your face doesn't look well," Rae Zander, who had been observing her, spoke worriedly upon noticing her pallor.
"Rae, I'm feeling a bit unwell. Could you please ask the class teacher for leave on my behalf? I'll head home first," Olivia Song said, her face pale, glancing apologetically at Rae, her voice soft.
"Alright, take care and rest well at home."
Back home, the servant barely had time to speak before witnessing the usually gentle and charming lady furiously smashing everything on the table.
The servant had never seen Olivia Song like this, causing unease and not daring to approach.
Upstairs, Sammie Ziegler had just finished her skincare routine when she heard the clamor downstairs.
She rushed downstairs to a chaotic scene and the perpetrator still smashing things.
"Olivia, what's going on," Sammie Ziegler hurriedly stepped forward, grabbing her hand, asking with concern.
"Mom, did you know that Claire Green transferred to Brightsong?" Olivia Song finished watching Sammie Ziegler, not missing a single expression.
Sammie Ziegler was first surprised, then angrily retorted, "What, she went to Brightsong? When did this happen?"
Seeing Sammie Ziegler react this way, Olivia Song felt a bit better, realizing they were unaware as well.
"Just yesterday, she didn't tell you? Then how did she get in," Olivia Song frowned, her heart churning.
What exactly is happening here?
Sammie Ziegler thought of something, her face changing slightly, "I'll ask when your father returns."
Did that damn girl really do such a thing?
"Okay, I'll go back to my room first."
...…
At the hotel, Claire Green threw herself onto the bed, ready to catch up on sleep.
Just as she closed her eyes, the phone rang.
Her delicate face showed no expression, the coldness in her eyes almost spilling out, as she irritably picked up the phone.
Seeing the caller was Drake White, the chill in her eyes didn't fade much, she put on the voice changer and answered, "What is it."
On the other end, Drake White didn't seem to notice anything unusual about Claire Green, blasting out with a booming voice, "Hey! Taking any jobs?"
This roar made Claire Green's ears buzz.
"No," Claire Green's eyes reddened, sleepiness sweeping over her, the only thing she wanted at that moment was sleep, decisively rejecting him.
Drake White's smile instantly cracked, he couldn't help but scratch his ear, "No? You're serious."
"Mm, hanging up," she said and prepared to end the call.
Drake White panicked, "Wait, this job pays fifty million."
Upon hearing this, Claire Green sneered, they'd figured out her love for money.
"What's the job details."
Hearing this, Drake White knew there was a chance, and sure enough, Nether Lord was right, J loves money.
"Help me hijack a batch of goods," Drake White said while detailing the cargo situation.
Listening, Claire Green was slightly surprised, she hadn't expected Drake White to be an arms dealer.
It seemed the others must have significant identities too, making her feel like the one with the least status.
"Can't handle it yourself," Claire Green asked blandly.
"There's a hacker on the other side with skills almost equal to mine, so I need you to intercept."
"Alright, when does it happen."
Drake White thought for a moment, then said, "Nine o'clock tonight. We'll hijack the goods from our end, you disrupt the GPS tracker on the cargo and block the opponent."
After hanging up, Claire Green glanced at the time, she had just enough time to get some sleep.
At night, the stars twinkled, a sliver of moonlight streaming in through the window.
Claire Green, wearing a bathrobe, sat on the sofa, her delicate features flushed from the recent shower, her eyes misty, alluring yet distant.
As soon as it was nine o'clock, Claire Green opened her laptop, hacking into Drake White's computer, taking control.
Locking the cargo location, she was preparing to delete it when someone started attacking her computer.
Claire Green smirked mischievously, "Interesting."
She said, then calmly operated with her fingers, without a hint of panic.
First reverse-attacking the opponent's computer, then directly destroying the GPS tracker on the cargo, and casually erasing Drake White's location.
The operation was swift and clean.
"Done."
...
"Sir Sia, our cargo was hijacked," a young man in his twenties stared at his computer, feeling defeated and ashamed.
Julian Sia raised an eyebrow, giving a calm acknowledgment, the depths of his eyes as serene as water, as if the hijacked cargo wasn't his.
Meanwhile, Mason Quinn and George Xyler were left stunned, watching helplessly as such a large shipment was swallowed by others.
"Could it have been Drake White."
"It's not him," Julian Sia, reclining lazily on the sofa, played with a silver lighter with his long fingers, its flame flickering, making his expression unreadable.
"Then who was it, Nether Lord and the others have similar strength," George Xyler left the sentence unfinished, but the meaning was clear.
The young man nodded, considering recent information, spoke softly, "That person should be J."
J, Mason Quinn and George Xyler exchanged a glance, wondering when such a big shot had appeared.
"Charles Jordan, elaborate," Julian Sia said.
Charles Jordan looked at Julian Sia before speaking, his tone imbued with a touch of admiration, "This J recently emerged. Rumor has it no orders handled by him have failed, yet he's incredibly mysterious, no one knows his exact location. If it weren't for those orders, many would think he doesn't exist."
Mason Quinn said, "That impressive."
"Charles Jordan, find a way to locate this person," Julian Sia set down his lighter, his eyes narrowing, his voice deep and magnetic.
They're planning to form an intelligence team, now they have a candidate.
"Yes," Charles Jordan answered respectfully.
...
At the border of M Country, Drake White's eyes gleamed as he gazed at his loot, not surprised by Sia Manor's wealth, the goods were unlike any others.
He took a photo and sent it to Claire Green, [Thanks, mate, the money's transferred to your account.]
Soon, a reply was received, [Mm.]
Staring at that single character, Drake White sighed at the cargo, without wealth, our paths wouldn't cross, only money made this happen.
He never imagined there'd be someone more money-obsessed, yet the hardest part was having to pay them.
It was akin to a heartbreak.
However, with these goods, the money would soon roll in.
Thinking of this, Drake White's excitement returned, instructing his men to secure the loot.
As if it wasn't him feeling upset earlier.
His men, witnessing this transformation, felt conflicted, wondering if they could choose a different boss.