Chapter 77: Chapter 76: Lord Jing: Gossip Column, Old Cat’s Complaints
Downstairs.
Mason Quinn was hogging one side of the sofa, lying comfortably, occasionally glancing upstairs.
"Mr. Sia, she went upstairs and left us right after coming back. What’s she up to?"
Julian Sia gave him a sidelong glance, his voice low, "If you want to know, ask her yourself."
Mason Quinn was at a loss for words.
Ask her, as if she’d actually tell!
George Xyler was scrolling through his phone, heard the conversation, and laughed.
Suddenly, the smile on his lips froze.
He looked up at Julian Sia, puzzled, "Mr. Sia, did you make a move on the Young family?"
"No," Julian Sia replied concisely.
This only made George Xyler more confused.
If not, then how did the Young family suddenly run into trouble?
"Xyler, why are you suddenly asking about this?" Mason Quinn sat up with a jolt, speaking casually.
George Xyler gave him a look and said indifferently, "Something happened to the Young family; I doubt they can make a comeback now."
Mason’s interest was piqued immediately.
He grabbed George Xyler’s phone, scrolling through the latest news, his lips stretching into a grin that wouldn’t close.
After reading, he clicked his tongue and sighed.
"The Young family must have messed with the wrong person for such ruthless retaliation, cutting off all routes of escape."
However, he paused briefly after saying this.
He turned to the man, teasing, "Looks like Mr. Sia doesn’t get to play a role here."
Remember, that day at Song Manor, they just mentioned pairing Claire Green with someone from the Young family.
The chill and murderous aura from Mr. Sia was about to tear everyone apart.
If Claire Green hadn’t said no need, Mr. Sia would have dealt with them all already.
Yet now, someone unknown appeared and took care of the Young family.
"Not necessarily," George Xyler sneered, "Even though a comeback is unlikely, it will still take some time."
Julian Sia sat back nonchalantly, legs crossed, playing with a silver lighter in his hand.
His whole demeanor exuded lazy wickedness.
"Charles Jordan, go say hello at the police station," his voice was cold and sharp, "I don’t want to see the Young Corporation anymore."
The two men heard this.
They both chuckled softly.
"Speaking of the Young Corporation, I heard something interesting."
Mason Quinn suddenly thought of something and smiled at them mysteriously.
"Oh," George Xyler raised an eyebrow, "do tell."
"Not long ago, the heir of the Young family, Wilber Young, seemed to have taken a liking to a singer and insisted on spending the night with them. But that person had a real character, refusing no matter what, finally angering Wilber Young and getting disfigured on the spot."
Mason spoke with ease.
This kind of thing was common in their circle, though it was rare to see someone refuse.
After listening.
George Xyler gave him a sidelong look, laughing a little mockingly, "You do know quite a lot of gossip."
Mason Quinn laughed heartily, "I don’t have many hobbies, just love gossiping."
Julian Sia rubbed his eyebrow, looking at him coldly, "Since that’s the case, how about starting a gossip column for you?"
Just one sentence.
Mason Quinn immediately fell silent, afraid he’d be packed off to write gossip the next second.
Suddenly.
A lazy voice filled with drowsiness sounded abruptly.
"You guys haven’t left yet?"
Claire Green raised an eyebrow, slowly walking down the stairs.
"The way you say it sounds like you’re kicking us out?"
As soon as Mason Quinn saw her, he instantly tossed Julian Sia’s words to the back of his mind.
Claire Green’s lips curved into a mischievous smile, "Take ’sounds like’ out."
Even George Xyler couldn’t help but twitch his face, wondering if such bluntness was necessary.
Julian Sia chuckled silently, looking at the girl, reaching out to pull her to sit beside him.
"Why did you come down all of a sudden?"
In Mason Quinn and George Xyler’s ears, the man’s voice was especially gentle.
They couldn’t help but shudder.
"Couldn’t find the milk for tonight, had to come myself," Claire Green’s exquisite eyes lifted, her red lips curling into a bright smile.
Quickly.
Julian Sia laughed lowly, his Adam’s apple moving, inexplicably enticing.
The two seemed like they were in their own little world, leaving Mason Quinn and George Xyler exchanging glances.
"Mr. Sia, we’re heading out now."
"Hmm." Julian Sia nodded casually, not even glancing at them.
Claire Green lazily looked at them, "Not staying for a late-night snack?"
"Thanks, but we’re full."
Mason Quinn’s smile was stiff and insincere.
"Is that so? Safe travels, not seeing you out."
...
"Milk," Julian Sia brought a cup out from the kitchen, placed it in front of Claire Green, smiling.
Claire Green giggled, lightly swaying the cup, "Just a joke, and you took it seriously, big brother."
Julian Sia’s eyes were smiling, and his voice was straightforward and sincere.
"Your words are never a joke to me, Claire."
After speaking.
Claire Green paused, not expecting someone as aloof as Julian Sia to say something like that.
"Big brother, you’ve probably said that plenty before," Claire Green concealed her emotions, her voice light.
Unexpectedly.
The next second.
She turned her entire body and collapsed onto the sofa.
It was then that the man’s gaze dangerously leaned down, both hands resting at her sides, his head dipping to her ear.
"Falsely accusing your brother."
The man’s husky breath sprayed over, making Claire Green’s eardrum itch, making her shift uncomfortably.
At this moment, she was pinned against the sofa, the man’s face teasingly close to her ear, looking like an intimately close couple.
"Just joking with you, big brother."
Claire Green’s eyelashes fluttered, her usually cool voice now hoarse.
"Is that so?" Julian Sia rasped, "Some jokes shouldn’t be made, Claire, or else..."
The man didn’t finish, but Claire Green understood, nodding lightly.
"Drink your milk and rest upstairs."
Julian Sia stood up, glanced at the girl, and hurriedly went upstairs.
Claire Green watched his back, a fleeting depth in her eyes, then downed her drink in one go.
...
Inside the room.
Julian Sia stood under the shower, letting the cold water stream down, thoughts filled with the obedient image of Claire Green beneath him.
He felt as if her presence lingered, wrapping around him.
After a while.
He let out a low roar.
His handsome face full of helplessness, realizing that until Claire was an adult, he was in for a rough time.
...
"J, I’m at the airport now, arriving in Bayne City tomorrow."
As Claire Green returned to her room, a call from an unfamiliar number suddenly rang out.
Once connected, a cheerful voice came through.
"Old Cat is quick," Claire Green smirked, teasing in her tone.
A certain man squatting at the airport pursed his lips, "If it weren’t for Thomas Skin, I would’ve arrived on a private jet long ago."
Claire Green raised an eyebrow leisurely, "What, did Thomas Skin detain your plane?"
Upon hearing this.
The man didn’t hold back, launching into a complaint.
"You have no idea how heartless that guy was. I only ran a few times, and not only did he seize my plane, but also froze my funds, not sparing a thought that I’m his brother."
"Runaway brother," Claire Green chuckled, "If I were him, I’d break your legs once I caught you to stop you from running."
The man shivered at the words, his calves going cold.
"Wow, you’re that vicious? No wonder you sold me out for money."
In that instant.
He heard a low, magnetic laughter ring out.
"Selling sounds crude; at most, it’s a friendly transaction."