Chapter 200: Chapter 200: Seven: No Impression, Isabella Xyler Loses Her Cool
The shop that Isabella and her friends talked about is located in the city center. Due to effective advertising, it gets a lot of foot traffic every day, sometimes even requiring people to queue to enter.
Looking at the shop in front of her, which wasn’t particularly large, Claire Green arched an eyebrow, "A club, huh?"
Her gaze slowly swept past the people around her, full of implications.
"Sister Olivia, don’t be deceived by how small the entrance looks; inside is quite something."
John Sinclair explained with a smile the situation inside, "That’s why so many people come here."
The first time they came, they were taken aback by the facade and thought it was just fake advertising. Eventually, inside, they found it surprisingly appealing.
"Let’s go in."
The four of them leisurely strolled into the shop, observing the surroundings. Claire’s gaze lifted at the sight, finding it rather refreshing.
After going upstairs, the space suddenly expanded. Various fruits and snacks were laid out on the tables beside them.
After finishing their tour, Claire’s interest dwindled considerably, and she casually found a place to sit.
Seeing her lacking enthusiasm, Isabella showed a hint of regret on her face, realizing she should have taken Olivia to do something exciting.
"What are you thinking?"
With slender fingers pinching her cheek, Claire’s lips curved slightly as she lazily looked at her.
Isabella pouted, "I feel disappointed for not being able to make Olivia happy."
Unexpectedly receiving such an answer,
Claire’s gaze froze for a moment, then a bright smile appeared on her face.
She teasingly tapped Isabella’s forehead, "If you enjoy it so much, there’s nothing to feel disappointed about."
Having lived two lives, these things had long ceased to interest her greatly.
She agreed to come along only because they were so enthusiastic.
"Bella, what are we going to do next?"
Not far away.
Laughter echoed.
Upon hearing the familiar name, Isabella’s expression immediately turned sour.
"She’s really a lingering nuisance."
With her words still hanging in the air, those people appeared in Claire’s line of sight.
Seeing the girl in the center, Claire raised her eyebrow slightly; her brother’s infatuations really seemed endless.
Unexpectedly encountering Claire here, Tanner’s footsteps paused. After realizing it, she elegantly walked towards the girl.
"Hello, Miss Green," she extended her hand, "We’ve met before, do you remember?"
Staring at the hand in front of her for a few seconds, Claire leaned back, her slim legs crossed and rested on the table.
Her entire demeanor exuded a rebellious air.
"No, I don’t remember."
Her three casual words immediately wiped the soft expression off Tanner’s face.
Awkwardly, she withdrew her hand, gripping her palm to maintain control.
"Maybe Miss Green was too busy to notice me."
Her words hinted at something more, raising the question of what kind of busy life she must lead to forget such a prominent presence.
In the face of such petty tricks, Claire showed ridicule.
Are today’s delicate flowers really that brainless?
She smirked, "Indeed, a bit busy—just not worth noticing roadside weeds."
Although with such exquisite features, her gaze carried a certain roguish defiance.
"You," Tanner, infuriated, blushed. How dare she call her roadside weeds, "Does Miss Green always speak so uncivilly?"
Little did she know, her words would later provoke uncontrollable danger for Tanner Manor.
"Civility," Claire chuckled softly, her clear eyes surfaced with coldness, "Your civility must be about seduction."
"Claire Green."
Tanner finally couldn’t resist furiously calling her name.
Is she so fearless just because Sebastian likes her?
As she rose to adjust her clothing, her indifferent voice carried a warning.
"Hopefully, we won’t meet next time, don’t you think, Miss Tanner?"
Glaring at the girl’s retreating back, Tanner, with courage from unknown sources, mockingly shouted, "Someone like you can never suit Sebastian! No manners, no family background, just a pretty face. What help could you possibly offer him?"
Though she had been rejected by Sebastian many times, she had imagined the girl standing beside him in the future, but never supposed it would be someone she looked down upon.
"Say one more word and see what happens."
Isabella couldn’t hold herself back and slapped her. Her usually cute demeanor vanished entirely.
"What? Olivia’s not worthy, but you are?" Pushing the girl’s chin up, she wore a cold expression, "Take a look at yourself, ugly and disgusting."
Tanner stared with wide eyes, chest trembling with anger but dared not argue; the person before her wasn’t someone she could afford to offend.
But it wasn’t over.
"Do you think if Tanner Manor ceased to exist, you’d still boast so proudly?"
Isabella’s stance clearly aimed to give Tanner a warning.
You claim Olivia lacks a background? Then I dare say let’s see what pride Tanner Manor holds when it falls.
"Isabella," Tanner opened her mouth in disbelief, "You’d act against Tanner Manor for her?"
"Just one Tanner Manor, there’s no harm in acting."
As she released her, Isabella casually tossed another word, "But before I make a move, Sebastian might already have."
Bang.
Behind, there was the sound of things breaking and a girl’s scream.
Isabella’s lips formed a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
Anyone who insults Olivia has no reason to exist.
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"Bella, you were so cool today."
Sebastian complimented jokingly; despite knowing her for so long, it was his first time seeing such a side of Isabella.
Typically, she appeared cute and spoiled. Who’d have thought she’d transform instantly when dealing with Sister Olivia.
"I’ve long been uncomfortable with her."
Isabella pursed her lips, glancing at the silent girl beside her, suddenly feeling at a loss.
"Olivia, don’t take her words to heart," she clung to the girl’s arm, "Sebastian is so powerful, he doesn’t need any help."
She genuinely feared Tanner’s words would affect the girl, completely forgetting that someone had said the same thing on her birthday before, yet it made no impact on Claire.
"Silly girl," Claire stroked her head, "I was just thinking that Bella, when angry, has quite the intimidating presence."
Seeing her usual expression, Isabella finally let out a breath of relief.
If Sebastian came to avenge, she’d be in trouble.
"I learned this from Olivia."
Releasing her arm, Isabella cheekily made a funny face and ran away.
The gentle breeze blew by, bringing a chill.
Watching the three laughing figures nearby, Claire looked up at the sky, the afterglow of the sunset remained, and she was still alive.
She hadn’t expected to be in this world for half a year, wondering if that old man would be heartbroken knowing she was blown up.
Her thoughts drifted away for a moment, as if she saw herself from a past life.
Lonely, bloodthirsty.
This life seemed to have changed yet remained unchanged.
"Olivia, come on."
Not far away.
The girl’s vibrant, light voice rang out.
Seeing, Isabella and the others smiling warmly.
Claire’s lips lifted slightly, drawing a smile.
Indeed, things have changed, haven’t they?
"Coming."
Her cool voice dispersed in the breeze, the sunset enveloped them, casting long shadows.