Chapter 209: Chapter 209: Drake White Threatened, Charlotte Shaw Shocked
"Geez, the boss brought a girl back."
Looking at the backs of Drake White and another, his subordinate spoke with disbelief.
Over the years, the boss’s temper has driven away many girls, yet now he brings one back silently.
"No wonder he was so happy before leaving the house, turns out that’s the reason."
Someone on the side chimed in with the same amazement.
Really curious what kind of girl caught their boss, but it’s a pity she wore a hat and mask, so her appearance is unclear.
"Arms dealer." Claire Green gazed at the luxurious estate that screamed wealth at every corner, played with her chin, and chuckled softly.
"Certainly rich."
Drake White sat down, legs habitually propped on the coffee table, and responded without hesitation upon hearing her words.
"Can’t compare to you, casually earning billions."
Regarding their collaboration, Old Cat had grumbled initially, claiming J was too ruthless, practically robbing them.
Unexpectedly.
"I do all the hard work, unlike you, earning by the second."
Claire Green’s aloof eyes twinkled slightly, lips curled, she spoke in jest.
What are you talking about?
Drake White’s mouth twitched violently, if he didn’t know the truth, he’d believe your nonsense.
You came up with a plan and just stood by, hardly strenuous.
If Old Cat heard this, he’d be furious.
Suddenly.
A man hurried in, paused upon seeing the masked girl on the sofa.
Where did this girl come from?
Seeing his surprise, Drake White coughed lightly, "Something up?"
Regaining composure, the man set aside his doubts and respectfully said, "People from Poppy Estate are here, hoping you can go over."
Upon hearing this.
Drake White frowned, he’s always stayed clear from these big forces.
Why would they suddenly have business with him?
With a composed demeanor, he waved, "Understood, you can go."
Once only the two were left in the living room, Drake White stroked his chin thoughtfully and looked at the girl.
"What do you think they’re seeking me for?"
"F Continent is unsettled now, do you think they might want you uninvolved."
Claire Green’s dark bright eyes flickered with deep meaning, her voice cool.
Upon hearing this, Drake White’s frown deepened, "Do you think if I leave F Continent now, it’s still possible?"
He’s not interested in these forces, especially when the most dangerous Poppy Estate seeks him.
"What do you think." Claire Green glanced at him nonchalantly, slowly stood up, "Hope you come back alive."
Watching her back, Drake White pouted, realizing he made a mistake after all.
...
"Speak, what’s the matter."
Drake White stepped into the room and addressed the man in the armchair directly.
The man initially resting with eyes closed lifted his lids in response, revealing depths unreadable.
His gaze landed lightly on Drake White, a suppressed chuckle accompanying a strong sense of danger.
"Interested in a collaboration?"
Drake White scoffed, "I don’t think there’s any collaboration we can discuss."
As the words fell.
Before the man could respond, Jacob Jordan on the side chimed in lightly, "Heard you brought a girl back today."
Stopping there.
Just a sentence, but Drake White understood it was a threat.
The hand on the chair abruptly tightened, Drake White’s voice grew cold, "What collaboration."
In response, Jacob Jordan smiled, "Simple, reveal the whereabouts of J or help us find J."
Upon hearing this.
Drake White shrugged, "I’m afraid we can’t collaborate, if you don’t know J’s whereabouts, how would I."’
Finished speaking, the dark glow in his eyes vanished instantly.
He understood the intentions of those in F Continent, but hadn’t expected them to set sights on J.
"Don’t know," Jacob Jordan smiled in return, "but how did we hear you’ve intercepted goods from Sia Manor with J more than once."
Though this has also drawn warnings from Mr. Julian Sia.
Drake White’s gaze focused for a mere two seconds before breaking into laughter, "Oh that, I ordered from M.K, but I truly don’t have J’s whereabouts."
Finished speaking, he stood, tugging his clothes, "I’m leaving."
Watching him depart, Julian Sia neither spoke nor intervened, his dark eyes deep with inscrutability.
"Mr. Julian, should I go find M.K?"
"No need," the man’s voice was light yet bore an edge, "Find a time to bring the girl over."
...
Z Country.
"Charlotte Shaw, your phone."
On the set of "Ten Years Are Still Ten Years," Charlotte Shaw had just finished a scene, took the phone handed by her assistant and glanced.
It’s an unmarked number, but her eyes instantly lit up.
"Miss Green."
Claire Green leaned leisurely against the balcony, watching the people training not far away, casually spoke, "Filming."
"Yeah, just finished."
Charlotte Shaw’s overjoyed expression piqued the assistant’s curiosity.
Just who called to make Charlotte Shaw so happy.
"Take some time to go to M Country." Claire Green looked at the car slowly pulling in, raised an eyebrow.
Seems negotiations didn’t go well.
M Country?
Charlotte Shaw puzzled, "Go there for what?"
"To film a promotion ad for Thomas Skin’s holographic game."
Crash.
The news was so shocking that Charlotte Shaw abruptly stood, flipping her chair over.
She’s not naive, filming a promo means she’ll be the game’s spokesperson.
Since Thomas Skin’s group posted on Weibo, many in the industry have awaited the spokesperson selection, now quietly snagged by her.
She can already imagine how shaken the industry will be upon exposure.
"Any issues." Claire Green spoke blandly.
Reining her thoughts, Charlotte Shaw shook her head, "No, just hard to believe."
Given her current status, securing such a weighty endorsement seemed impossible.
"Find time to go with Edward Monroe."
This time, Charlotte Shaw reacted less.
After all, a large game would naturally have multiple endorsers, especially a holographic one.
"Understood."
Gazing at the phone’s inactive screen, Charlotte Shaw paused for two seconds before gleefully returning to the lounge to share.
"Vivian, I got a major endorsement deal."
Vivian Cooper typed away on her keyboard, phone nestled between her shoulder, spoke amusedly, "My dear lady, tell me, what endorsement you deem as major."
"Thomas Skin’s game spokesperson." Charlotte Shaw articulated each word.
"What?"
Vivian Cooper shouted, drawing the eyes of office colleagues, mouthed an apology before heading out with her phone.
"Are you serious about what you said?"
Vivian Cooper stood in the restroom, still somewhat in disbelief.
"Seriously," Charlotte Shaw curled her lips as she explained.
Upon hearing.
Vivian Cooper sighed, "That’s the power of a financial patron."
The coveted endorsement directly handed to Charlotte without a word.
"Suddenly glad I chose to meet her that day."
If she hadn’t gone to the café that day, the investment for "Ten Years Are Still Ten Years" wouldn’t be secured, perhaps she’d still extend with her previous company.
"So everything has cause and effect." Vivian Cooper was genuinely happy for her.
She sensed King Regal Entertainment would indeed change this industry.