Chapter 207: Chapter 207: News of Emma White, Seventh Sister Heads to F Continent
Looking at the girl’s smile that didn’t reach her eyes, not a single person dared to speak up in rebuttal.
Being in the top fifty in age was slightly challenging for them now, but only just a bit.
She glanced at the crowd beginning to study, Claire Green returned to her spot and lay down.
She pulled her collar up a bit, casually took a book and covered her head with it, closing her eyes to rest.
Seeing the girl asleep, everyone lightened their movements, accustomed, to avoid waking her.
A few boys from class one were soon taken away by Xu Lei for a bit of education, each receiving a minor demerit.
...
"Master Sia, news from the F Continent, that person has made a move."
Charles Jordan hung up the phone, looking at the man, spoke softly.
After waiting for so long, that person finally couldn’t sit still.
Julian Sia sat leisurely on the sofa, elegantly flipping through a financial magazine with his well-defined fingers.
A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his straight high nose, slightly softening his strong, fierce aura, exuding a chaste, cold demeanor.
Upon hearing Charles Jordan’s words, he responded ambiguously, closing the magazine and placing it aside, stood up, and tidied his sleeves.
"Go prepare."
He lifted his chin slightly, speaking unhurriedly.
Charles Jordan nodded, took two steps, then turned back, "Remember to inform Miss Green, or she might not find you later."
As the words fell.
The man glanced at him, "Do I need your reminder?"
Charles Jordan awkwardly scratched his head, "Then I’ll head out first."
Julian Sia leaned over, picked up the phone from the coffee table, dialed a number, and slowly walked upstairs.
It took almost thirty seconds of ringing before the call was answered.
"Hello." The girl’s husky voice was tinged with drowsiness.
"Still sleeping."
The man’s sexy, low voice came through the phone, hoarse yet magnetic.
Claire Green tugged at her collar, murmuring softly, "A bit tired."
Even though it was just three words, Julian Sia heard a hint of accusation in them.
He curved his thin lips slightly, "I need to make a trip to the F Continent. If there’s anything, you let Mason Quinn handle it."
Going to the F Continent again?
Claire Green’s gaze paused briefly, knowing the F Continent has been quite unstable lately, realizing her brother plans to get involved.
She calmed herself, lazily agreeing, "Alright."
...
R Nation.
Victoria Windsor had just finished her bath when her phone rang.
Seeing the name, she raised her eyebrow and answered with a tease.
"Wow, it’s quite rare, what wind blows to make J call me."
Claire Green leaned against the sofa, looking at the empty elegance living space now devoid of a certain person’s presence, her fingers lightly stroking the cup.
It really was excessively quiet.
"Reveal the news that Emma White is about to head to the F Continent to Lowe."
The girl’s voice was indifferent, yet carried a hint of unquestionable command.
Upon hearing this.
Victoria Windsor was momentarily stunned, "Weren’t you not going? Why change your mind, are you out of money again?"
Saying this, Victoria Windsor couldn’t help but laugh.
Remembering how this fellow had once vowed that she wasn’t short on money, how long ago was that and now she’s out of money again?
Drinking a sip of tea, Claire Green lazily chuckled, "There are some matters to resolve."
Seeing that she didn’t want to elaborate, Victoria Windsor didn’t press further, "Should I accompany you?"
After all, the F Continent isn’t just any place, and things have been chaotic there recently, she’s genuinely worried J’s temperament might lead to trouble.
"No need." Claire Green succinctly declined.
Hearing that, Victoria Windsor didn’t insist, "Alright, anyhow Drake White is also in the F Continent, if there’s anything you can directly find him."
She thought Drake White would be more than willing.
After all, J is her sworn sister.
"Mm." Claire Green responded.
Not sure what she was thinking, Victoria Windsor lay on the bed, holding a glass of red wine, lightly swirling it before taking a sip.
"Your tactics against the Song family this time were truly ruthless."
The entire family of three was completely dealt with.
As soon as the news broke, Old Cat couldn’t help ranting wildly online, saying things like no one should mess with J, that the Song family being targeted by J was quite the misfortune.
Even their side’s economic news made it to the papers.
Claire Green curled her lips, the shallow curve exuding a chill, "They were given a chance."
Knowing what opportunity she was referring to, Victoria Windsor’s mouth twitched, just with your skills who could track you down.
Moreover, a bunch of people online could only sit on the sidelines helplessly.
"You’re making big waves this time, inevitably some might cast suspicious eyes on you," Victoria Windsor warned, "Be careful."
Although J’s public identity gave nothing away, with the Song family all having had incidents, except for the adopted daughter, those in power wouldn’t easily refrain from suspicion.
She’s investigated and found a few folks behind the Song Corporation, as to why J hasn’t exposed them, probably waiting for something.
"Understood."
Setting down the teacup, Claire Green’s eyes turned dark, her delicate features void of emotion.
...
F Continent tarmac.
Julian Sia walked down the plane with long strides, his black suit concealing his aura, and his white shirt was meticulously buttoned to the top.
Coldly elegant, restrained and refined.
"Master Sia."
Jacob Jordan opened the car door, waiting for the man to sit before returning to the driver’s seat, starting the car.
Inside the vehicle, before the man could speak, Jacob Jordan reported the situation proactively.
"Some brothers saw Lowe leaving his own turf late at night for Tulip Estate, where he stayed for over an hour before returning."
"He can’t keep up this act anymore." Charles Jordan interjected with a frown.
Playing sick for so long was not only to use Divine Healer Emma White to find J, but more to trick the other factions.
The man’s back leaned against the seat, legs crossed, his softened gaze unreadable and shadowy.
"Jacob Jordan, head to Iris."
Julian Sia’s voice was clear, cold, and biting, only a few words were spoken, yet the chill was tangible.
Jacob Jordan and Charles Jordan exchanged a look, both showing excitement.
Suddenly.
The phone rang inside the car, after the call, Jacob Jordan glanced at the man through the rearview mirror.
"Master Sia, there’s news that Emma White is coming to the F Continent."
Speaking of Emma White, Jacob Jordan felt a headache, back then, Master Sia had them search, and yet she was undetectable.
Now she suddenly appeared.
Upon hearing this.
Julian Sia’s gaze focused, letting out a meaningful chuckle, "This is getting more and more interesting."
Emma White having J behind her surely knows the state of the F Continent, yet she abstained from showing up during the widespread search by major factions, now she’s planning to come.
Moreover, news leaked out.
The car drove steadily, arriving at the entrance of a manor.
Seeing the license plate, the gatekeeper’s pupils shrank, trembling as he opened the gate to let them through.
Watching the car enter, he immediately dialed a number, "Hall Master, the people from Poppy Estate are here."
"What, don’t let them in."
The other end of the line was first shocked, then issued instructions.
Unexpectedly, this timid gatekeeper would let them in just by seeing the license plate.
"I... they’ve already gone in."
"Damn it, useless."
Hanging up, the man hurried upstairs, "Manor Master, the Poppy people are here."
Inside the room, Lowe was treating a wound, hearing this his gaze turned icy.
"Take the person who let them in away."