Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Q Seven Drops a Bombshell, Drake White’s Sharp Tongue
Before the next scene starts, Claire Green noticed Charlotte Shaw smiling without a trace of fatigue, and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
Just a short break and you’re back to full form?
However, before he could speak, he heard Charlotte Shaw’s voice.
"Director, I need to take two days off."
What the heck?
Claire Green was dumbfounded, "You’re telling me now that you need a leave."
The show was reaching its critical part, and several new actors had been cultivating their emotions for days just waiting to shoot.
Now the lead actress comes asking for leave; doesn’t that make all the others’ preparations go to waste?
Charlotte Shaw also knew it was wrong to ask for leave at this moment, but the game shoot and promotion couldn’t be rescheduled just for her.
She wore a sorry look and tried to explain, "Miss Claire called earlier..."
Before she could finish, she was interrupted.
"Oh, Claire contacted you? You should have said so earlier!"
Seeing Claire Green’s previously scowling face suddenly change attitude, Charlotte Shaw’s mouth stiffened.
"How about it, two days okay, or should I give you a few more?" Claire Green rubbed his hands, smiling brightly.
"Is that okay?" Charlotte’s voice was joyful yet tinged with uncertainty.
She initially felt wrong asking for leave now, so she only mentioned two days, not expecting the director to kindly offer more.
Claire waved it off, as long as he could keep the sponsor happy and secure funding for the next project.
"I’ll film the other actors’ parts first, and you can spend time with Miss Claire."
Upon hearing this.
Charlotte’s expression turned complicated, the director’s words seemed off.
Accompanying Miss Claire, her, how could she?
...
"Tsk, quite a temper."
As she came downstairs and saw the mess in the living room, Claire Green raised her eyebrows slightly, her thin lips curving into a nonchalant smile.
Hearing the voice, Drake White paused his movements, suppressing his surrounding anger, and plopped onto the sofa.
"Tell me what caused this." Claire leaned back, crossing her legs lazily.
Drake, who wasn’t as furious when his brother bombed his base, now after visiting Poppy Estate, returned with such rage.
"They wanted to talk business with me," Drake’s voice was heavy, "wanted me to reveal J’s whereabouts."
Approaching her?
Claire raised an eyebrow, "Go on."
Drake: "Of course, I wouldn’t expose your whereabouts, but they threatened me using you."
Upon hearing this.
Claire’s gaze turned cold, even the curve of her lips carried a chill.
She was not someone to be messed with.
Looking at the girl’s exquisite face, Drake felt regret for the first time, regretting bringing his little sister here.
On the surface, Poppy Estate did nothing when he left, but those people are quite sinister, who knows what they’ll do in private.
Thinking this, his tone carried worry, "Be more careful when you go out lately, I’ll send a team to follow you."
Seeing his worried expression, Claire couldn’t help but smile, her tone playful yet magnetic.
"What, planning to start a fight following me?"
"What else," Drake sighed, "I can’t exactly reveal your whereabouts, can I?"
With the current situation on the F Continent, the surface calm would soon break. Previously, he sneered at factions searching for J, but now even Poppy had their sights set on J, which was concerning.
He didn’t know J’s exact purpose in the F Continent, but as her brother, protecting her was a duty.
"Then you might want to gather more people," Claire fiddled with a black object in her hand, making no attempt to hide, "I’ve just sent out a message."
Upon hearing this.
A bad premonition crept into Drake’s heart.
"What message."
Claire chuckled lightly, "Oh, just that Emma White is in your estate."
Bang.
Drake shot up, hitting the coffee table, but at the moment, he ignored the pain, staring incredulously at the girl.
A moment passed.
He pointed at her, "You... you’re playing with fire."
Oh my goodness.
Nether Lord must have known what J was doing here long ago and said nothing.
No, wait.
She just mentioned leaking a message herself...
Realizing this, Drake didn’t wait for her to respond and immediately picked up the phone to dial a number.
"Bring everyone to the estate, take her to the helipad."
Hanging up, glancing at the nonchalant girl on the sofa, he couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on.
"For heaven’s sake, get up, I’ll send you away."
The people at Poppy wouldn’t let her go even when they didn’t know her identity; now knowing she’s Emma White, they’d be even more determined.
Everyone on the F Continent knew it was J who helped disguise Emma White’s whereabouts.
The main thing was that she had exposed her female identity, and the Divine Healer Emma White’s gender had always been a mystery.
Just at this moment.
A man entered, "Boss, someone’s here."
He finished speaking.
Claire put on a hat, pressing down the brim, her voice languid, "Seems we can’t leave now."
Drake’s mouth twitched, wondering who was to blame for not being able to leave.
If something happened to J here on his turf, those guys would surely do him in.
"Whose people?" Drake asked coldly.
"From the Iris Estate, judging by the car emblem," the man’s voice was low, "they said they want to invite the Divine Healer to treat Lowe."
After speaking, he glanced at the girl, a bit surprised.
Who would have thought the Divine Healer was a girl, and so young at that.
"Treat what," Drake sneered, "with those little tricks, who are they trying to fool? Go tell them if it’s really hopeless, just find a place to bury him."
"Yes."
"Wait."
The man was about to leave when he was stopped.
Drake looked at the girl as if to say ’don’t make trouble’, "What do you want to do?"
Claire’s lips curled wickedly, a fleeting dark glint in her eyes, her voice low and amused, "Since they’ve come to us, why not go for a visit."
The Iris Estate’s ties with the Brown family were complicated, and now that they’ve taken the bait, it was worth considering how to make this meal more exquisite.
Drake stared at her for a few seconds and eventually conceded.
Although he didn’t know what J intended, since she had spoken up, the matter was certainly not simple.
"Let’s go, I’ll go with you."
...
When the two walked out of the estate, they saw the two sides facing off, ready to explode at any moment.
"Boss."
Seeing Drake, a group respectfully called out, but didn’t move their hands.
Meanwhile, Keigh Chiu had not taken his eyes off Claire since she appeared.
He furrowed his brows, filled with doubt.
This is Emma White, impossible.
Even after the two got into the car, he still had trouble processing it.
Seeing this.
Drake chuckled, "Lowe’s breath sure is long, sick for so long and still not dead, no wonder you have the mind to be distracted."
Pfft.
People in the estate couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
The boss was still as biting with his words as ever.
If Lowe heard this, he’d probably drop the act and just give up the ghost.
Even Claire felt a bit amused, a faint resignation in her clear, cold eyes.
Keigh Chiu clenched his fist, maintaining a calm facade, "You’re joking."