Claire Green pulled the corners of her lips, looking at him with a half-smile.
Her slender wrist moving slightly, "What, curious to know?"
Seeing this, Mason Quinn remembered Claire Green's fierce attitude in the bar earlier and immediately felt humiliated.
"Not really eager to know."
The people nearby looked at Mason Quinn's changing expressions in amazement, sighing inwardly, it's the first time they've seen Brother Mason like this.
Suddenly, a voice interjected.
"Such a lively scene, is Master Julian here too?"
Following the voice, they saw a man in a suit and a woman in white beside him.
Claire Green glanced over with indifferent eyes, snorted softly, and lowered her gaze.
Mason Quinn's face turned dark upon seeing him, sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
"I was wondering who it was; turns out it's the famous Mr. Goodman."
"Pfft—"
The guys nearby burst into laughter upon hearing this, agreeing that Brother Mason had a point.
Who in the Capital City doesn't know Michael Goodman's indulgences? He even dreams of comparing himself to Master Julian, his face must be massive.
Michael Goodman's face turned ugly instantly as he glared at them viciously, sneering.
"Mason Quinn, you're quite the loyal dog."
The scene quieted down instantly; several people stole glances at Julian Sia, who was silent, then at Mason Quinn, noticing his unchanging expression before sighing in relief.
"Brother, can beasts enter this club as well?" Claire Green spoke lazily, looking at someone beside her.
Julian Sia heard this and chuckled, replying leisurely, "No, they can't."
Claire Green responded meaningfully, "Then where did such a big beast come from?"
Everyone present understood her words, obviously directed at Michael Goodman.
Hearing the voice, Michael Goodman looked over and was amazed by the girl's delicate face, a trace of wicked intent flashed through his mind.
"Master Julian, your sister is quite stunning," he said, preparing to make a move.
Then.
They all saw the large man suddenly fly out.
Turning their heads, they saw Claire Green slowly retracting her leg, leaving everyone in shock at her boldness!
Mason Quinn chuckled lowly and clapped his hands twice.
If words don't work, action it is—quintessential Claire Green.
Julian Sia lightly tapped the girl's head with his fingers, speaking slowly, "Claire, let me handle such people next time; you should give your brother a chance to show off."
The man's husky voice resonated, somehow sultry.
Claire Green's exquisite eye line lifted slightly, her lips curled into a subtle curve.
"Brother, you're too slow."
At this, Julian Sia's thin lips curved, "Claire, are you doubting your brother's capabilities, hmm?"
The final 'hmm' was ambiguous, yet incredibly enticing.
"..." I didn't, stop talking nonsense.
Seeing the silent girl in front of him, Julian Sia chuckled lightly, choosing not to tease her further.
Michael Goodman didn't expect this outcome, standing with the help of the woman who accompanied him, his face ashen as he glared at Claire Green.
His possessiveness was stirred, a dark glint flashed in his eyes; he would have to wait for another chance.
"I heard Master Julian has a plot in the south of the city; fancy a game?" Michael Goodman looked at the man and suggested.
Julian Sia's eyes were surprisingly cold, "How do you want to play?"
Michael Goodman contemplated, "The club has a race track, how about racing then, thrilling and exciting."
...
Soon, the group arrived at the cleared race track.
Michael Goodman gave a smile he thought was charming, "Three laps in total; whoever reaches first wins."
Claire Green scanned the entire venue; the track was winding and twisting, perfectly replicating mountainous curves; this club owner was indeed interesting.
Mason Quinn leaned casually against the railing, his voice somewhat cold.
"Michael Goodman, Master Julian bets a plot, what about you?"
Michael Goodman shrugged carelessly with a smile, "I'm up for anything."
Julian Sia looked at the girl, asking coolly.
"Claire, interested in playing?"
Claire Green heard this, raised her brows, and replied casually, "You aren't afraid I'll lose the plot, brother?"
Then.
Julian Sia's lips unconsciously curled into a pampering yet light smile.
"Just a plot, as long as Claire is happy."
Since he said so, Claire Green nodded with a smile.
Suddenly, Mason Quinn and a few others felt toothache, rubbing their faces subconsciously.
Michael Goodman never thought such an important race would be used by Julian Sia to coax someone, especially since the plot in the city south was worth billions.
He sneered, mocking, "Master Julian, you sure about letting a woman race."
Julian Sia's calm eyes showed indifference, his tone cold as he uttered four words, "Scenic Hill Mansion."
As soon as he spoke.
Michael Goodman's face changed for a moment, then quickly returned to normal, clapping with a fake smile, "Indeed, worthy of Master Julian, targeting the house I just acquired."
He scanned around, "Alright, let's begin."
With that, he walked to choose his race car, while Claire Green strolled leisurely, randomly picking a white race car.
Seeing this, Michael Goodman scoffed, taunting lightly, "Missy can't even pick a car, better step down now."
Claire Green opened the car door, casually resting her arm on it, her eye line lifted, her gaze icy, her tone tremendously arrogant.
"Against you, this car is more than enough."
Michael Goodman snorted coldly, suddenly clenching his hand.
Look down on me now; when you become mine, I'll see how daring you can be then.
Mason Quinn looked over with slight concern, "Claire Green, can you do this?"
"Never played before," Claire Green turned and replied very honestly.
She wasn't lying; the original version of her never played before.
As soon as she said that, Michael Goodman laughed loudly, "Looks like Master Julian's plot is mine for sure."
With both of them seated and ready, Mason Quinn spoke up, "How familiar does this scene feel to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the race officially began.
Everyone watched as the blue car sped off quickly, while the white car followed leisurely.
Michael Goodman watched the rearview mirror, pride on his face, flooring the gas, thinking he'd shake off Claire Green, but found the white car tightly following behind.
Except for Julian Sia who was calm and collected, the others couldn't help but worry.
"Can the missy actually do this?"
"I think it's a bit doubtful."
Then Mason Quinn remembered something, looking at the man, "Isn't this just like the shooting range scenario last time?"
The shooting range? Curiously, a few crowded over to ask.
Mason Quinn leisurely recounted the shooting range incident, instantly changing the expressions of those watching.
In that case, the missy's strategy seemed profound.
On the track, Michael Goodman was frustrated by the car he couldn't shake off, approaching the first curve at high speed and couldn't help but floor the gas.
Claire Green saw the car gaining speed ahead, her smile turned wicked, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes.
Outside, Mason Quinn and a few others saw the white car suddenly accelerate, surpassing Michael Goodman's car, quickly moving forward.
The first curve was right ahead, everyone thought Claire Green would slow down, but the car's speed increased.
"What the heck, what's she trying to do?"
"This is a mountain curve, a wrong move, and she'll crash down."
Mason Quinn couldn't help but look at the man beside him, seeing his natural expression, he asked, "Master Julian, aren't you worried?"
Julian Sia watched the white race car on the track, his hand clenched tightly in his pocket, responding calmly, "I trust Claire."
Suddenly, gasps echoed.
Eyes were drawn back to the track, seeing Claire Green executing a perfect drift around the curve.
The car moved steadily forward, leaving Michael Goodman far behind.
"Wow, that drift was executed perfectly."
"Missy's 'never played' was clearly just casual talk."